kinkos. there are those people that create. and then there are those people who copy. i'm definitely a copier. i cannot create shit. but i'm darn good at copying. paste-copy-paste-copy. it's a skill. not quite a talent, but a skill. i guess it's almost disappointing, to not be as creative as i would like to be. but in a pinch, appropriation is okay too. as long as nobody knows. everyone bites off everyone don't they? to be truly creative, you have to be on drugs, or be super talented, or you know, be on drugs. and since i'm drug free and super squeaky clean, i'm just a copier. administrative assistant to life if you will. talking to mary, who is a grand artist, she says she feels the same thing sometimes. which is incredibly weird to me because to me, she's "an artist." but to survive in this world, you have to do what suits you best. and what i do best is take something someone else made, steal a few things from other places, and make it all better. but i need that initial thing that someone else made. i need the sparkletts water first, to be inspired and such. i need to find a muse perhaps. or you know. not.