Manic Beatnik Riffing

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“Perhaps the Meaning”

My soul was floating around in the eternal ether, calm bliss of being NOT ME. No Will. No Strife. It was TOO EASY… so.. I Negotiated to Come into a Body, Given My Own Free Will, and All the Suffering and Joy and InBetweens that is LIFE… so WHY? THAT? I figure it is for Me to Make Music. I Love Playing with Sound. To Sing for You, for that Love, I AM HERE.

my way of coping

I have a tear coming to my eyes,because it is poignant and true to methat this Paper on which I write, is going to burn up withthe mass of humanity that is fast approaching,it’s final extinction with the entire globe.I always prepare for the deaths of my family and friends,beforehand-if I am lucky enough to see it on the horizon-in a song or poem, during a long walk at night, I sob, alone.It is my way of coping. It is acceptance.I have []


Narcissus was confused. Staring at his reflection, in perpetuity, all he saw was hideous condemnations, total imperfection, and the rigor mortis of his character. Deluded, of course, his fascinating hatred was thorough to his core and complete, eternally.