disjointed commentaries by a writer who doesn't give a shit

false labour

i was asked recently what happened to a number of my stories

stories that i began writing

but

suddenly disappeared

i guess i could say it was because no one was reading the stories

but

that is too general a response

as 

no one reads my shit anyway

no

i thought about it 

and 

realized

writing a story

is like giving birth

(as best i can imagine)

the stories that don't make it

are just false labour