Dubstep and its Relation to the Inspirationless Void of Drool

Ever since school finished for the year (about three days ago), this has been me.

I seem to have taken up permanent residence in the inspirationless, motivationless void of drool. Whenever I try to draw something it comes out resembling a giant chicken corpse being towed by a truck at high speeds for several kilometres over a bed of nails, glass, and excrement. Whenever I try to write something it sounds like Stephenie Meyer, Homer, and Tara Gillespie got together and collaborated on an epic Twilight fanfiction. Whilst drunk and high.  

This sudden motivational slump has not been helped by the fact that copious amounts of dubstep have started issuing from my brother’s room (which is right next to mine) at loud volume.

And then, at half ten at night, when I should be sleeping, I find myself suddenly inspired to write a blog post about my utter lack of inspiration and consequent inability to create anything that isn’t a piece of shit.

And why dubstep is to blame.

Real blog post(s) coming soon, because I know you’ve all missed me (who?).