Again.

I'm too damn poetic. I need to snap out of it. 


Snap out of it, Elise, snap out of it. But it doesn't work so I just keep drawing my pictures and drinking my coffee and trying to work out the meaning of life and other pretentious bullshit like that. Again and again and once more and then again and I keep going again. Again and again and no gain. No gain but again. Endlessly. It's not repetition though, it's distinction. Again. 


Snap out of it, Elise. 


You're not fucking Gertrude Stein.