Dear Satan,
ah, yeah. so what's new? let's see. no band. broke and not delivering pizzas anymore.
but doing better than treading water because of my godlike sorcery abilities.
i killed myself in november. that was fun.
i'm rarely here but i keep it around because i'm a creep like that. otherwise devoting myself to literal improvement in the world's state of affairs, instead of writing songs about it or getting rich off of how unsolvable so much of it is. it's not, it's simply a matter of lateral thinking in a circular fashion, in other words orbiting the orbit of the orbitals of the likelihood of a doable path.
and did i mention that actually works? it's pretty sweet.
and i don't hate anyone for being ignored. something about the way i come off when i'm psychotic, which is and has been always, rubs everyone the wrong way until eventually everything i said that was ignored and everything that got me ostracised turned out to be the way it should have been, and because i'm a nice guy, i won't charge you for fixing it, even though that surely makes me look like a commie to the consumer zombies we've all become, unbeknownst to us.
officially, my statement is that I am "sorry" that i'm not a fashionista or conforming nonconformist enough to fit into the cliques.
not-hate, not-like, but still Love,
"Yes, I Am."
PS - anyone reading this who knows who i am elsewheres, anywheres (or have met me), then this is not for you.
ah, yeah. so what's new? let's see. no band. broke and not delivering pizzas anymore.
but doing better than treading water because of my godlike sorcery abilities.
i killed myself in november. that was fun.
i'm rarely here but i keep it around because i'm a creep like that. otherwise devoting myself to literal improvement in the world's state of affairs, instead of writing songs about it or getting rich off of how unsolvable so much of it is. it's not, it's simply a matter of lateral thinking in a circular fashion, in other words orbiting the orbit of the orbitals of the likelihood of a doable path.
and did i mention that actually works? it's pretty sweet.
and i don't hate anyone for being ignored. something about the way i come off when i'm psychotic, which is and has been always, rubs everyone the wrong way until eventually everything i said that was ignored and everything that got me ostracised turned out to be the way it should have been, and because i'm a nice guy, i won't charge you for fixing it, even though that surely makes me look like a commie to the consumer zombies we've all become, unbeknownst to us.
officially, my statement is that I am "sorry" that i'm not a fashionista or conforming nonconformist enough to fit into the cliques.
not-hate, not-like, but still Love,
"Yes, I Am."
PS - anyone reading this who knows who i am elsewheres, anywheres (or have met me), then this is not for you.