How was your day?  Did you do something interesting?  If so, do you have something to say about it?  How will you say it?  How will you phrase it?  Have you thought about it?  Are you going through the motions, or are you awake?  Did you do something funny?  If not, did someone else do something interesting or funny? Are you awake? Can you steal something? If you can steal something, can you make it your own?  Can you do it?  If not, why not?  If yes, how soon?  How fast? How good?

It’s not so difficult.  It’s not so painful.  And if you don’t do it, you’re nothing.  If you don’t do it, you’re less than nothing.  Even if you fail, you’re still something.  You’re still something.  You’re almost nothing now. You’re almost less than nothing.  Fear is nothing.  Fear is less than nothing.  Didn’t something happen?  Don’t you remember it?  Are you awake?  What happened to a page a day?  You would have surpassed the entire works of Victor Hugo five times over if you had followed that advice.  You would have wallpapered the world with words.  Instead you’re living on other people’s words. Other people’s pictures. Other people’s stories. Books.  Movies.  Articles.  Manifestos.  Successes.  All those people who looked at nothing and pulled together something.  All those people who stared infinity in the face and made a pattern that meant something.  Said something.  Was something.

Where are yours?  Where are your words? Where is your blood?  Where is your life?  It’s not so difficult. It’s not so painful.  It’s only fear.  Fear is nothing.  Fear is less than nothing. Where are your words?  Did you ever have them?  Do you have them now?  Where are they?  How soon can you have them?  How fast can you have them? How good are they?  Are you nothing?  Are you something?  Are you awake?  Are you awake?  Are you awake?