"Entourage" cracks me up. I wish I were a rich Hollywood fuck. Hey, it's honesty I'm after here, not being a 'good' 'person' with 'ethics' and/or 'morals' 'and' 'i' 'am' sick 'of' 'typing' 'mini' '-' 'quotation' marks, not to mention feigning some art over commerce line of bull San Francisco pretense. We all want to sell out. Let's face it. Some of us are just more dishonest about it. It's my opinion, but I'm sticking to it.
posted by rubiconvict at 8:20 PM
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whatever gets the job done. sometimes pissing and moaning is the best way. maybe the thing you produce is "about" pissing and moaning. maybe pissing and moaning is your Zen. maybe there is no moral high ground. maybe that's as much of a rationalization as anything to hold you back from producing. maybe the muck fields are where you find your inspiration. maybe all you want is a fancy car, but you know that you have to do something to get it so you sell a bunch of crap to people who don't know how you got it. like a sweat shop that produces pretty shoes or a diamond mine in Africa. no one sees your process. it's all yours. and you can keep it. doesn't mean you can't share it with others who deal with similar issues.
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