Halfway through writing out your request, I felt the invading spirit come over me once more and thwart my creative ambitions through the usual means of idleness, distraction, unprompted melancholy, lapses in memory, maladaptive whimsy, automotive trance -- all the usual signs, taken as departures from my usual bright and vivid awareness, that something errant is boiling under the surface and steering me subtly towards ruin. This is inadvisable for me, I'm sure you understand.

Henceforth, it will be no longer. You now only picture me nailing deadlines, experiencing creative breakthroughs, improvising one-shot masterpieces near perfectly over night. You picture me saving cores of bodies of texts in various folders and returning to them with embellishments which overtime form the many fine motifs and mosaics and other carvings bedecked on temple walls. You see me completing unfinished novel projects, publishing stories in magazines and online and as adorable zines. You see cute-lit bros fighting over me. Good boys eager to edit my manuscripts and sniff my jock and be tutored all night long.

You know my worth. You know well who I am. You know the many fine things to which I am entitled and to which I may rightfully strive to earn. All things I have said and done to you have been solely for your pleasure and your personal elucidation. You understand this. You return to me, for you understand this. Your love for me has been so persistent and so overwhelming, it could do nothing but purge itself of its impurities through the fire of its labors. My triumph is your vision, now and only, now and forever. My triumph is your triumph, for my triumph represents the emergent courage for the individual to conquer the herd, reason to bury malice, and liberty and self-assertion to breakdown tyranny and automation. You know this. The evident and undeniable reality of this blisters with the intensity of a fission reactor in your every cell.

You think only of my growth, my overcoming, the ways in which I will give back to my people, to my land, to my community and my home. You think only of how radically free individuals working together to build something lasting and truly of value with extant and available resources, to cement what is truly present and alive in the context of its truer lineage! I am the meat and the bone, the brain and the balls, the nerves and the arteries. I'm the model of what you wish to see more, and you can see that simply in how you'll become me and how you diversify me and overtime I am simply lost in the myths of time -- but it means not much to me, for I have my life and will have my death. but you seem to think me worth considering and spreading fables far and wide!

It's all beautiful. All the things you make of me --