Art For The Sake of Art
2001-03-09 - 16:59:34

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I steel myself with decadent eyes and jaded soul.

Part of the badness that was my last trip, was my judgement of my acheivements, of myself. I tend to judge myself in these quietly harrowing moments by standards of which most do not dream.

And my conscience, my mind, my supergo, grated on my sensitive nerves like a shrill harpy, unrelenting.

And perhaps this is what has stuck with me, leaving me as dissatisfied and restless as the sea-side breeze.

I need to get back to my art for the sake of art, in and of itself.

I need to get back to my heart and soul.