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Listen, the capacity to write is there. I just don't have the ability to develop an idea. My stream of consciousness usually spirals into the obscure before I'm able to fully address a point, and by the time I'm finished the original intent is lost. Maybe I'm one of those cool kids with ADD. Maybe I shouldn't have been raised on PBS and Nick Jr. If I have a kid (and I won't), he won't know what a television is until he's able to talk. I'll make him listen to Mozart and Strauss and Rammstein and he'll be the smartest motherfucker on the street. It's too bad I'm not having kids. Anyway, back to writing. Metropolis is an excellent movie; even more so when taken into consideration the fact that it was made in 1927. Visually, it rivals some of today's science fiction films. Its themes and characters even surpass most modern titles. My paper is about two-thirds complete, but I feel like I'm missing something. Nevertheless, it's a shame you shits will never get to read it, because it's probably the best thing you'd ever lay eyes on. That said, it's time for me to spiral out and start writing again.