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To create, you need to experience, live and experiment. That's what I feel. You can't have that je ne sais quois pouring out of your works or self if you weren't a little crazy. There would be no excitement, no punch, no life in whatever you create because you have none. Hunter S Thompson would never be famous if it wasn't for his wild gonzo ways. People want to live your life through your works. And if you are just a bland and mundane, well sorry. I'd like to sign up elsewhere please. If you never experienced anything out of the ordinary. Inspiration, aspiration, desperation. Pull the safety net from below your feet and allow yourself to free fall. Go out and slow dance with a stranger. Kiss your lover on the lips in the middle of a traffic junction. Drink till the world is spinning and your mind is whirling, because that is when the green fairy visits. Feel the fear, live the danger.
And that's what I feel I need to do. I need to live my life if I want to write. I have to meet more people and not just stay cooped up in my room all day, watching imagined lives on celluloid. I have to go out and feel the pounding of aural waves at a gig or in a club, with the frenzy of inebriated souls bumping against me or headbanging with their whole body and soul, drunk on the music. I want to go into abandoned buildings and have a random pizza party there. Every night, I would die violently. Occasionally, I would take the slow, subtle route. But each morning, each sun rise, I would live again.
And that's what I feel I need to do. I need to live my life if I want to write. I have to meet more people and not just stay cooped up in my room all day, watching imagined lives on celluloid. I have to go out and feel the pounding of aural waves at a gig or in a club, with the frenzy of inebriated souls bumping against me or headbanging with their whole body and soul, drunk on the music. I want to go into abandoned buildings and have a random pizza party there. Every night, I would die violently. Occasionally, I would take the slow, subtle route. But each morning, each sun rise, I would live again.