March 5th, 2001

grandma ryan

(no subject)

I don't understand why no one can understand my writing?

perrenial artisitic angst

what are they doing wrong?(what am i doing wrong?)

mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb...

i am certain that there is meaning in my words, since some seem to be able to understand, or at least see the aesthetic, but why is it that the rest of the time my words fail to take hold?

mary had a little lamb its fleece was white as snow...

could i be as densely packed as that? most of the time i feel like i'm lost, not when i'm writing, but more when i'm not. when i write i feel more specific and intense than any other time...

everywhere that mary went, mary went, mary went...

it is certainly daunting to be told that your midn doesn't make coherent sense.

everywhere that mary went the lamb was sure to go.