Hey, has it ever happened to you, where you draw a cartoon and you don't get it? But everyone else hails it as a masterpiece. See, that's some bitter irony right there! Meanwhile the ones you like of yours, they damn with the faint-praise damns. Terms like "droll," or "how droll," leaving you with an ambiguous taste in your mouth.
Well, that's what genius tastes like. I suggest you get used to the taste.
For the rest of your life, people are going to be hedging and hemming and hounding you to recreate the heady gloriousness of that one damn cartoon that you weren't even sure what good it was, that you just threw it out there on a lark because why not? And were swept away on a surging, gushing, damburst deluge of why not. Swamped under and carried along by a torrential river of why not. Carried so far downstream, down the dry watercourse you were only crossing at an angle, when your happy (?) chance admixture of happenstance and zeitgeist flicked some distant switch to break all hell loose, and set it thundering down upon you to your instantaneous and everlasting bewilderment. Now it's all you can do to keep kicked to the surface, gulping what occasional sweet lungfuls of normalcy you can steal from the rarified air as the current keeps pulling you down, until it seems like the only thing that carries you onward is the undertow.
And if that has never happened to you, well, I can only say - you don't know what you're missing!
Well, that's what genius tastes like. I suggest you get used to the taste.
For the rest of your life, people are going to be hedging and hemming and hounding you to recreate the heady gloriousness of that one damn cartoon that you weren't even sure what good it was, that you just threw it out there on a lark because why not? And were swept away on a surging, gushing, damburst deluge of why not. Swamped under and carried along by a torrential river of why not. Carried so far downstream, down the dry watercourse you were only crossing at an angle, when your happy (?) chance admixture of happenstance and zeitgeist flicked some distant switch to break all hell loose, and set it thundering down upon you to your instantaneous and everlasting bewilderment. Now it's all you can do to keep kicked to the surface, gulping what occasional sweet lungfuls of normalcy you can steal from the rarified air as the current keeps pulling you down, until it seems like the only thing that carries you onward is the undertow.
And if that has never happened to you, well, I can only say - you don't know what you're missing!
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