someone needs to take tank tops away from connor storrie. expeditiously. i can’t do this

Write a story that just takes place inside one pathetic little person’s head. Do it. It’s enrichment in your enclosure.

Do the writer’s equivalent of playing with finger paints. Do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it

It’s the middle of the night and I should be sleeping but listen. Listen. Just get weird with it. Open your soul up a little bit. Like actually don’t worry about it being palatable. I’m serious. Get weirder. Get weirder right now. I’m demanding that you get weirder right now. It’s not your responsibility to make your reader feel good. It’s your job to make art, goddamnit. Make art. Make weird art. Open up your third eye and eat an entire cheesecake.

It’s not your responsibility to make your reader feel good.