Yet our words have so much power that it also seems selfish to sit in too much silence. Self-indulgent / Selfless...

be formless, shapeless—like water. You put water into a cup, it becomes the cup... Now water can flow...

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers...

Such 'free spirits' do not really exist and never did exist. But I stood in need of them, as I have pointed out...

And the people in the houses All live in little boxes, Where they listen to little boxes...

Little boxes on the hillside Little boxes made of ticky-tacky Little boxes on the hillside Little boxes all the same...

I draw The Grey People and glue half transparent tracing paper onto recycled brown shopping bags...

The Devil won’t let me speak, will only let me hint that you are a slave, your misery a deliberate policy

It's an interesting and terrifying story as it is so blatantly a breech of EVERY human right, in plain sight...

The new user logged on the new intranet and apathetically liked two heartwarming posts that were over a year old.

Well clearly nobody's interested in Bio-Hacking; BCI's; authentic freedom (or how both of these are being used...

in the end and at the end of it All they could not delete it...

The person "I'm from from a good Christian family" cancelled Christmas again.

I’d use the word “miraculous” but I’m not keen on arguing about religion. Or politics.

I saw a dragon in the sky as I was doing a sunset boogie thang and ran up the stairs to my artist's den of iniquity to grab the camera.

Because MULTIPLE hacks over an extended two year period(s) and I sold my devices to try and regain some peace and quiet

Then I step back for a bit and wander around thunking about how to respond to this...

Art Changes Everything. Music is an actual solution.

... anyway

I don’t write or speak much about myself anymore. It seems a bit pointless and I’m fuckin’ bored of my own brain...