Legitimacy.

I wrote in a livejournal for 6 years

nearly everyday

and quit

simply because I came to the conclusion

that "real writers" don't compose

anything meaningful online diaries.

So I tried writing in a "real book"

legitimate paper,

going through at least seven different journals

without ever going through even one.

With cool handwriting.

"Artist" handwriting.

And in black ink.

Because that's how it's always been done.

And that's how I could be respected.

But looking back

in my fucking little "livejournal"

I find the best stuff I've ever written.

The realest, at least.

The most frequent.

So, fuck it.

I can't believe I ever thought creativity

was this commodity to be legitimized.

Like my black ink prose is better

because it's in moleskin.

Plus, to be honest, by handwriting is pathetic.