Empty work

The work that many do.

It keeps them busy, but not sustained. It is the empty, idling.
They know they must practice their craft; establish a routine, gaining strength, increasing proficiency so that they will move beyond craftsmanship into authorship.
Sadly, they lack influence — tacking to the rear, without understanding their direction. They gather in bachelor herds, fending off outside influence, while they clear their throat, thinking they are practicing the scales.

They work to a formula and claim freedom from the debris of artist thinking. They are lost in their thicket; neither in nor out of the woods.

The Dragon Flames Out

randy (no) moe announced his return to the forums, even though he hadn’t left them, only announcing his upcoming leaving… MoeBacksOut

The Large Drama

little things, but dependent things. People in need of something outside themself, something more than what they can make; more than what they have.

the dragon flames out, dragging his tail in a wagon, back to the forum of fellow pretenders

He pretended he was there; he pretended that he was gone. Pretending to be…what/who?

They Can’t Leave

They cannot leave, because they have no place to go. They can’t start a place, they have nothing to offer others, so they stay clustered, fucked though it may be, addicts live best among other addicts — the Forum Flop House, where they prey upon each other, and pray to empty phrases.