I've been thinking that I am losing touch with my sense of joy, which is invariably killing my muse. I tried some sample techniques from older composites and came up with a piece earlier, but I want to do more and it's just not coming.
On a lighter and funnier note, I almost had the front end of the BMW ripped off this afternoon by some random cunt that cut me off exiting the parking lot at Publix. She flew in front of me so fast I gripped the wheel with both hands whiteknuckled and yelled "MotherFUCK!!". She then started slowing down slightly and stared at me while she passed. I thought I was going to die for a second, then I focused on the car... A BMW 745Li. My dream car. I was almost taken out by 4,464 lbs of irony.
