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 | At one point about two and a half years ago I began furiously submitting comic after comic. For the most part I was fueled by a seething cynicism, much caffeine, and a type of quick wit found only either in the very young or the very old. | |
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| Needless to say, it had been quite an interesting experience to happen upon my "work" once more, itself lying hidden beneath the vast manifold of my hard drive. | |
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| I won some, I lost track of a lot |
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| It is probably apparent that I effect no witticism now, and nowadays. Indeed, I have transitioned in that time merely from seventeen to twenty, yet honestly the few years seem as though many, many more. Creativity is no longer so much a recourse as is cold, logical analysis. | |
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| This is a trait evinced in potential by former writings. It had gone almost wholly undeveloped until recently. Granted I have not lost that precious, streamlined intuition and never will, though it is so at odds with this current demeanor that I as a dynamic soul am much less decisive than ever. | |
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| Also apparent from my use of language is that I as a person have changed, my ego suffering or profiting alongside. I myself feel this rather drastic difference as disconcerting. | |
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| Reaching back through the folds of thought which twist and writhe without mercy I can almost plainly see within and, more importantly, follow the course of rationale I once so treasured. However I take what is useful from past to present, cherish the rest, and never forgot that objects in the future may be larger than they appear. | |
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