images from nowhere....mad with the iphone snapping shots from all discourse of life...stumbling upon them in forgotten hard drive...what's this?...I have no idea...it looks neat...as I discard old memory of self for a new skin....splashing the consciousness into a new mode of being...it feels good to hunder down and let the words flow....let the words be...not sure of what I want to say but I know I want to write...to let the words free associate...I feel like I have new eyes to give me something new tos ay...I feel more concise and more on point...its a long life...we don't have to be beholden to one particular moment of our existence...all identities stretch out now before me with all possibility at hand...it's a sale pitch...it's all how you sell self..so what's the con?...so what's the hustle?...did you feel the need to put yourself into a box?...I can see how you did it...American culture defines you that way...wants to always put you in a box but they can't put me in a box...I am so beyond anything they could imagine and there's no turning back to now...to turn back would be like Lot in the old biblical tale, you would turn to sand....so got to keep on keepin on like a bird flew to see what the eyes will behold..new eyes...exciting eyes...past the insomnia and past the dread into craft and the splash of words words that are real, words that feel...into image combining with video and web coding the message spreads further than it ever before...I have never lost that excitement...to this very day I still find the great enthusiasm...
he walks sloped...and he walks defeated...he exudes an aura of death...and when I see him coming I want to run fast the other way...he doesn't have it...he never did....and its good times now I can see the light with the one I'm living for life is all so sweet I am past now the box they had put me in...I was just a traveler a seeker of identity...every way I turned I was put down but they did not stop me and I did not kill myself how I don't know but I'm still here breathing and I still have a tale to tell....out here in the night....in the woods past the breath of the agora...the machine man made death machine....the corporate fascistic order....I could have easily walked their path...went down the road of credit and extraction of wealth which is the mode of their being....the middleman fees they all learn how to charge...and the sexless marriages they live in....
they have all the tv want...it's literally everywhere you go...in the car...on the train...on the bus...oh the plane...i the shower....while your fucking ...while you're not fucking..while you're taking a shit...when you're not taking a shit...it's everywhere you go...you, the star of your television realty...starring in the drama of your own devising...no need to bother yourself with such a mundane thing as realty...realty is what you ant to ma,e it...
