I’M DONE. NO MORE. I’M NOT WORKING ON THIS ANY MORE.
I’ve spent every day for three weeks tweaking and expanding and contracting and compressing and loudening and softening and composing and decomposing and scrapping and compiling and experimenting and conventionalizing and scrutinizing and shitting myself. I can’t perfect it anymore without making major changes or driving myself bonkers.
So, I present to you “Slapping Cats with Frozen Stockings.” I can’t figure out a better name for this, but I don’t give a shit. I’m done. Now I have to go write some papers.
