A few generous souls have called me "wise" as one might call water "fresh" before discovering it to be indeed "salt" I used to think I might someday become wise but now I suspect
one eye open to the world of actual people, beds and carpets, coffeehouses and cramped buses, the other hearing and speaking the language of rainbow light in "tones of home,"
conscious vessel of genes and love scenes, memes, dreams, morals and themes... the mask we unconsciously pull over the communal anarchy and sanitized insanity of our modern lives
nicotine dreams and sausage souls, carnal carnival psychopathic pornographic virtual fantastic, the geography of austerity, the democracy of authority, the lunacy of sanity...
