of cabbages and kings, or maybe art....

Art for the sake of creating art. Literature for the sake of creating plot. Poetry for the sake of rhyme and rhythm. Back off, this is my realm. My thought processes are so jaded that the last thing I need is for some nobody to tell me that there is no point in the things I enjoy. My double life: reality and unreality. I exist in both places, but I do not like to be told that one of them is more worthy of my time.