Dear fellow ArtistOk, so you decided. You want to create something. Don't. Well good for you. Sure?So... how far can you go to pursue it?Or to be precise - the question is not how far can you go, but have you got what it takes to stay drifting in a dimmension no human mind should ever conceive for 23 hours only to give it a material manifestation over the 24th hour?Well if not - don't even start.If so... you've been warned. Please don't tell me you didn't have it coming. Let's go. you're about to learn where "the rabbit hole" really leads to. The hard way.But first...Can you still do it if I tell you there's no money to it?Cool.Can you still
Post MortemWhat?!How on Earth could it possibly be half nine already? I was just...Yeah, what was I doing?The first of the questions not likely to be answered for a time being.Matt's "corpse" lying on the same sofa you just woke up on does not help at all. Did we take a cab? Did we go back on foot? Does it make any difference?The pockets! Phone? Checked. The wallet? Checked. Phew... Couple of coins? Must have been the cab then. Some sick thought cheers you up a bit - if we actually did take the cab you are the one who paid for it. They must owe you some. Most likely... well, probably.Anyway we'll get back to it a bit later.The first step..
Words of Doubtful Wisdom pt1To ten okres, w którym organizm miał krzyczec: dośc. Zapomnielismy co to zdrowy tryb zycia. Stabilny kontakt z witaminami i pochodnymi zapewnialy juz tylko napoje energetyczne, to by bylo na tyle. W koncu nie kaszlelismy krwia, biegałem równie daleko, nikt tez nie skarzyl sie na bole glowy i wymiotowal (bezpodstawnie, oczywiscie.). Organizm miał krzyczec. Wytężamy słuch...kręcmy, nikt nie woła.Czemu nie. Może wszystkie przykazania zdrowego trybu życia zostały ustalone niczeanskim zwyczajem, dla najslabszych (tak samo jak sześciotygodniowe rozprawki i "tydzien na od