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“I’m sorry, Mr. Kipling, but you just don’t know how to use the English language.”
— Rejection letter to Rudyard Kipling from The San Francisco Examiner, 1889
Getting groovy, tripping over the cat, and letting go of perfectionism.
What is the sound of one’s pretentiousness collapsing?
The creation of bad art as a way to relax and be happy explains an awful, awful lot.