In movies people always get each other, its bullshit.

Earnest Hemingway said to write drunk and edit sober. Well, I'm drunk and I plan on editing tomorrow. What do I have to say? That I care that I give a fucking damn about what's happening to us. To me.

In a big brilliant way.

So much advice so little listening.

Go get milk. Milk. Magic. Magpie. Pie. Pixies. Xerxes. Seas. Dreams. The only thing that we have is our dreams.

To dream a life forgotten. Freedom of a extravagant sort. To play with power! To write our story and not know the ending. Envy me god! Envy me! HAHAHAHAHAHA I am free and you, you are tied to your creation. A slave to your temporary slaves. And what of the deserters? The non-believers? Those that know and defy you?

How do you deal with the will of those with nothing to lose? You will be broken by the deaf and blind. You will demand obedience like a barking dog. God you are a child playing with toys and I will put you in your place.

Michel Michel Motorcycle,
The world has lost and found its face.
You have gone and caged yourself,
and in the process freed the slaves.

And I'll not only lose my voice through inebriation
but also gain a perspective.

And what of the forgotten?