Loneliness and Isolation: Necessary Ingredients of Creativity?

Not for me. What I find is that the more creative the person the more creative my mind responds. I become isolated when not wanting specific kinds of people swarming around me. The more brilliant that person is and not overt the more the beauty of my mind responds. In isolation it is a way for me to recognize that I am correct. If I do not want a person in my life than I should never be forced to have that person in it in any manner. They need to recognize that they are the oppressors and destructive little people that want to step upon who I am and they are not. Profit over who I am and have been rather than who they are and cannot ever become. Remove your pathetic little apathetic selves out of my life. I DO NOT WANT YOU IN IT. They get “stuck” with pathetic little you trying to become the woman that I am. And the woman that you are not and can never become. He is my hand me down. And you are that woman that wants him. I do not. Love is built upon feeling it and acknowledging that it exists. Not a delusion in his mind as opposed to the reality in mine. You as woman gain my reject. I do not have a problem with that. Nor should he.

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(Vincent) Van Gogh likely had a cadre of mental issues, none of which were suitably diagnosed while he was alive. Yet what seemed to weigh heaviest on him was the inevitability of his loneliness. According to his letters to Theo, he felt he had one of two options: content himself with loneliness or try to countenance his loneliness with friendships thereby derailing his creativity (“lead us from the road,” as he wrote).

Aldous Huxley wrote, “If one’s different, one’s bound to be lonely,” and upon thinking about it even a little, it quickly becomes apparent that many of history’s creative geniuses have been deeply lonely people. There is the obvious reason for this: dedicating oneself to an artistic pursuit means one has little time for social endeavors. This is what has frustrated flamboyant, gregarious writers like F. Scott Fitzgerald and Henry James, both of whom wrote about the dreadful isolation…

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People, Let Me Tell You ‘Bout My Best Friend

I will admit. I shouldve made friends with Ringo instead of Paul. Unless you are all bordering upon madness. If that is the issue, that a two minute consultation with someone like myself would change your life. Other that that, my preference is to demand anti psychotics and every day theapy sessions with a trained professional. Mine have been tens of thousands in lieu of your simplemindedness and destruction for you being you as usual. Get out of my life. Stay with the shit for people that you have earned. I am not her. Remove yourself from my life little man and woman. You are not wanted in it. Be rewarded for your lies, betrayings, and everything else that you have caused me and my children. Too late. You are stuck with the pathetic apathetic little pieces of shit for people that you all became.

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Ringo first met [Harry] Nilsson after the singer did a gonzo version of Ike and Tina Turner’s “River Deep-Mountain High.” “It was bordering on madness, and so we thought, ‘We gotta meet this guy,’ ” says Ringo. While Nilsson’s destructive friendship with Lennon got the ink — they drunkenly heckled the Smothers Brothers at L.A.’s Troubadour, and Nilsson infamously ruined his voice doing a cover of “Many Rivers to Cross” with Lennon sitting at the console — it was the drummer in the world’s most famous band and the songwriter who hated playing live who became inseparable as they drank away the 1970s.

“He was my best friend,” says Ringo softly. “Yeah. I loved Harry.”

The two made an unwatchable Dracula movie together and tried to collaborate through their drug-and-booze haze. “I had one song with 27 verses that I gave to Harry to edit, and he got it down to about eight…

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The Top 5 Longreads of the Week

You were granted by me a longread. Reread the story of the original work and see with your limited perceptions what you as uncreative people have caused in the limitations of your minds, hearts and souls. Not my own. Your work was not insulted. It was the very fabric of your mind that could not see. You became that limited little man and woman without genius to the genius instead. Go play with the puppets you have paid for. I am not her. They are those little overt pathetic little people trying to become who I am and they are not. I refuse. Go believe whatever your limited little mind can and will not see in yourselves. You are not different that they are. idgaf if you are happy or not. You do not matter. I do. Stay petty. Stay pissy. Stay that little man and woman that you in fact cannot become. Hows that for a confrontation to the limitations of your mind? See it?

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Rest in Peace: Stories About Death Care

As they lay dying, stop bothering me. Idgaf what you are. Idgaf who you are. Idgaf anything in regards to you. You don’t matter, I do. Your small window of opportunity to get to know me was ended by me in 2009. After that only dumbass skanks and scumlosers one after another of you resurrected that I do not want, that I do not need, that I do not care for like you have occurred. Morph your so called omnipoint omnipotence back to 2009. Reread what was stated by me. Comprehend that word no very clearly. Idgaf if you rest in peace. You don’t matter for disturbing mine in my time to become happy, free from assholes and pieces of shit for people in my life. Why do you endlessly swarm around me anyways? You overt people always end up out of my life. Now get out of it. Remove yourself completely out of my entire life. You don’t exist. You have no consciousness in regards to yourselves as people. Go into a spiraling panic attack in regards to yourselves again. You are mentally unstable trying to call the plance what you are and have been in your life due to you always being miserable people. I am sure people have figured every word I have stated is correct in regards to you by now? I cannot imagine that tens of thousands of people have been wrong and they were not misinformed in regards to you. When I state for you to remove yourself from my life, that does demand and insist that your removal is immediate for the remainder of your life. Now go pick out your gravestone and I will come piss on it with your certificate of deaths. I can forgive Dawn. Why because due to your police brutality, I chose not to go to her that night. And she told me that you were attacking her as well. And she would be that woman that you would attack and terrorize due to you as you as usual as overt simpletons unlike her. Her brilliance as a woman amazed me. Her intelligence was one of the most unique kinds of people that I have ever met in my life. You as women know that. Her behaviors at the time was difficult for me to wrap my mind around. Her violent behavior towards men especially was unlike the normal Dawn that I was used to being around. And it was due to pathetic little you attacking her brutally trying to become her as the lesser of woman. I do apologize Dawn. Please rest in peace. I failed you as a good friend for many decades to you. And it was due to the apathetic little beasts for people that I did not want in you life. My aim was for you to be happy. Healthy and enjoying your life with a man named Ac/Dc to his name as you had desired. I am sure that he is aware of that statement now. You Ac/Dc must realize that when a woman like Dawn states that she would become happy in your circle, she would have been. Nothing in regards to behaviors that I have had to endure by you over simplistic little overt jealous envious violating beasts for people has been funny in any manner what so ever. It is you that is stupid, arrogant, and ignorant as the most overt little pieces of shit upon the planet who should be in their graves and not a woman named Dawn instead over your actions. Over your problem, issues and complexes of being the lesser woman and the kind of man that Dawn did not deserve in her life. Nor mine. If a woman states that you are not good enough for her, even if you are a man from Ac/Dc than it must be accepted by that man. You are to be with women of lesser quality than that woman who did not chose you to be in her life. Not force your way into her life while she demands that you be removed from hers. Nothing in regard to you people is funny. Learn that by getting thunderstruck. Use your panic button as you fear the very ground that you walk upon as people. You are predator uncivilized. Where that is what I saw in Dawn trying to slash you with her pocket knife as the lesser of men that she did not want in her life as predator. When she broke your jaw, did you have that epiphany that you are not the kind of man that she wanted in her life? Or did other men inform you that your uncivilized pathetic apathetic behavior wasn’t what a woman like her wanted? The little overt woman that you are with is. The lesser of the more superior design of Dawn. Please rest in peace Dawn. I am sorry for failing you as you friend against the lower primate neanderthal. I tried to enlist the better of men rather than more of the trash that you did place in the trash where they know that they do belong as not good enoughs. Even if he ended up as that man as Ac/Dc. If he is, than even he knows that it is he that has been thunderstruck. instead.

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I. I’ve been thinking: What would my life look like if I were not afraid of death? Thinking too closely about not existing, not having a consciousness, sends me spiraling into a panic attack. Protestant Christians believe in an afterlife—a heaven, a hell. I did, too, for a while. I was confident, fervent, about heaven. I was no longer afraid to die. Now I’m not so sure. Nothingness scares me, but so does an eternity spent somewhere else.

A month ago, I shared a reading list about architecture. My pick from The Stranger was about Katrina Spade, an  archeologist from Seattle interested in environmentally friendly, community-centered death care: city centers dedicated to composting human beings and reuniting their bodies with nature. It’s called the Urban Death Project. A few days ago, Spade debuted her fundraising campaign to make the project a reality.

I studied artist Iris Gottlieb’s drawings of plants and fungi…

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