The muse possesses me like a demoness

he was one of those writers whose
bio said something like
'It is not my choice. The muse possesses me
like a demoness and I write
because not to do so would mean to have
my soul tortured by a thousand
bites and scratches
of her fiery fangs and gelid claws.
The only way to delay her devouring my soul
is to put the next word down. And I
strive to do just that. My destiny is therefore
set in stone. I am a writer.'

he was also an amateur photographer
and filmmaker
Currently exploring the niche of
torture porn

He was 34
and still lived with his parents
who apparently didn't understand
his artistic side
and were constantly trying to crush his
dreams into oblivion
with ridiculous, outworldly demands
like
'When will you get a real job and move out?'

He pitied them
Pitied the blindness of their souls
the deafness to real art
and the artistic nature that oozed from his
very being

It was like they
had Jesus Christ in the flesh in their
house but would not
understand or care to acknowledge it

Poor souls

Anyway
his latest project got him in a bit of trouble
with the law

Something to do with
a seventeen-year-old staring in one of his
experimental movies

and now he knew he had it all
figured out
Just like the Messiah,
he had to die, had to suffer to no end
so that the blind herds could
come to know his truth and understand his
art

He denied his parents
when they tried to hire him a lawyer

They did not
insist

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