30 Days of Boredom is an experiment to get me writing regularly. I simply must write something for a few minutes every day, but it should not be connected to existing projects, though the Boredom days may connect to each other (or not). It's an unguided writing meditation to facilitate making writing a habitual addiction, or perhaps one could call it creative cardio; the form is not important as long as it makes the creative heart stronger and more efficient.
30 Days of Boredom is an experiment to get me writing regularly. I simply must write something for a few minutes every day, but it should not be connected to existing projects, though the Boredom days may connect to each other (or not). It's an unguided writing meditation to facilitate making writing a habitual addiction, or perhaps one could call it creative cardio; the form is not important as long as it makes the creative heart stronger and more efficient.
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30 Days of Boredom is an experiment to get me writing regularly. I simply must write something for a few minutes every day, but it should not be connected to existing projects, though the Boredom days may connect to each other (or not). It's an unguided writing meditation to facilitate making writing a habitual addiction, or perhaps one could call it creative cardio; the form is not important as long as it makes the creative heart stronger and more efficient.
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of disgust, as she exposed our truths to be so much prattle in this world of loss and pain, where we would stand as kings above all.. The utter tenacity of the outsider to lay a society shame’s so bare and open is precisely why they must be tolerated, but none like the scorn to be self- directed that is normally reserved for those that may be demonized with impunity
That day tolerance lost, and when her blood
ran in the street, we all walked away with smiling faces while our souls made an altogether different face.