I claim no calling in your commodity.
I heard stories about a topic called automatic writing and I pictured a person’s eyes rolling back into their head, and I heard about the pen not being able to keep up with the thoughts..
And that was interesting, to me.
I thought about portals to other places .
Imagination, whatever you perceive spiritual to mean..
And I thought about people’s work,,
And it was interesting,to me..
I wondered if people were full of shit, if they were merely on drugs and unable to channel the firing synapses..
That seems likely..
Or maybe they really were tapping into something..
So the way you would get to that place, is to have an entire landscape that is blank and void from shape or form..
So it’s like, zero rules.
Zero chains.
Unfettered.
A kid inna sandbox..
And that was appealing..
Is appealing..
There is zero gravity there,and you don’t have to worry about acting cool.
Don’t have to even criticize your own thoughts..
And that was appealing..
There is no stairway to heaven in the stream of consciousness was never automatic…
But there is a flow..
And that’s what’s up..
And if you like that place, you can keep it..
If you can..
Dilbert…
Dottie.
Damnation downed Donatello.
Philanthropist shit can you wrist,do anything of value?
(besides whack off?)
Yes.. besides whack off..
And what happens if you talk to yourself less, and what happens if that voice gets quieter and quieter?
(nothing)
Ahh.
Ahh yes..
(from nothing we began…)
Yes.. That’s how the song goes ..
I remember..
I’ve numbed myself.
And it’s a drag baby..
I’ll say it while staring off into nothing,,1000 yard stare…or maybe a hundred 🤔..
I can’t remember..
A drag
(there is plenty to be thankful for)
Yes.
There is.
And in certain ways I am a rich man..
And my cat is pretty cool..
And I got a great guitar..
And I’ve had plenty of time to think..
