"What is the point?" you ask.
What is the point? Does divine inspiration need a point? The point is that I am compelled to create this thing. Creation is the only way to describe it. "The joy of creation," as David Lynch put it, is the point.
This is my way to pull myself out of the shit. My way of showing the world who I am; of selling myself so the world will sit up and take notice. This is my magic dance to call my destiny to me. That is the motherfucking point.
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