Gardens must be tended.

I haven't been saying the things I want to say and the trouble with that is that, if you wait too long, you don't want to say them anymore.

If you wait longer there isn't anything left to say.

See, there's not that much that needs to be said. Very, precious fucking little. Some one who wants to be a writer should never learn that.

I'm unlearning that. I had a song once; terrible song, but it was to the point that "now we have to unlearn everything".

Just let me pick some weeds.

Christ. It all takes time.

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