Christopher Sebela

writer, wronger, rearranger

just need this somewhere handy

“If you’re a writer, you already know it’s as fair as it is pretentious to describe writing as a challenge. If you’re a writer. If you have an honest job, here’s an attempt to explain: Remember that moment on your first day of work, when someone asked you to change the tanks, tie down the patient or feed the squirrel, and you realized, “oh, shit, I don’t know how to do that part yet?“ That low-stakes fight or flight panic that stiffened your neck and tightened your stomach, because you had to figure something out so you could stop feeling like a useless asshole and get back to work? When you’re breaking a story, that moment is 12 hours long. When you’re not figuring out how to screw around, your job is to press your head against a transparent wall, staring at something you want on the other side. The worst part is, the wall is your own stupid limitation. It’s where your brain ends. It’s the boundary between what you know - which is currently useless, or else you’d be done - and the only thing useful, which is what you don’t know.”

end is near, hearts filled with fear

I make decision with precision
lost inside this manned collision
just to see that what is to be
perfectly my fantasy
I came to know with now dismay
that in this world we all must pay
pay to write
pay to play
pay to cum
pay to fight
and all in time, with just our minds
we soon will find what's left behind
not long ago when things were slow
we all got by with what we know
the end is near
hearts filled with fear
don't want to listen to what they hear
and so it's now we choose to fight
to stick up for our bloody right
the right to sing, the right to dance
the right is ours....we'll take the chance
a peace together
a piece apart
a piece of wisdom
from our hearts.

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