Do not interrogate the sense of community that I’m just barely clinging onto at this point in my life. I don’t wanna be cultivated by a future world leader, or crushed by an armed rocker with radical ideas that will become the orthodoxy of tomorrow, by which time hopefully I will have conquered the entire world.

If I could only get the instinct that encourages verbosity surgically removed from my personality, then everything would fall right into place. I wouldn’t have to create complicated notations to send to the bassist, precise tunings and the theories of classical tonality that I can never unlearn even though they’ve ruined me.

Emotional neglect pervades the western intellect, and all its meteors rain down on all us, making me have to write it down to fit the words in my head, when I haven’t even had my sexual awakening yet. Love happened once before and it will never happen again if I can help it — if my reptilian soul can help it.

Do you feel as if someone is speaking through you?
Why do you try to create so much?
Does your home feel safe? Can you cry?
What is your alibi? What is your gender?
Can you see the future?
Why does a black curtain fall across the world when you have too much sugar?
And when you have too much gluten does it even matter?
Does anything matter when you are in pain?
When you look up do you still see outer space or do you see the cosmic brain?
Can you see the future?

You are a star!