Friday, December 12, 2014

Your Monolingual White-Guy-Writer-Producing Machine Can Eat My Ass

There is nothing like talking with other punk writers.

(Alex, I'm looking at you.)

There is just nothing like being able to talk music hilarity as easily as talking craft and practice and getting over the bullshit that clogs up our tapping fingers and our pens.

DIY doesn't always mean doing it in isolation.  It just means that you may not need the mthafkin  MFA that you can't afford in order to do it.

Love and light and writing:  I will always love the creativity and work-arounds that have been plotted and planned by people who have been finding the loopholes and piecing shit together their whole fucking lives.

Duct tape. Photocopies of photocopies. Stolen bank pens.

Here's to doing it yourself- together.

Now let's get to work.



be well; be loved.

k.

(image: Marc Ribes Day After Day via dark silence in suburbia tumblr)

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