Last night before I passed out I sat in front of my computer for almost an hour, fingers punching out a slew of disorganized thoughts. I was going to post it in full when I was done but thought better of it because I had been drinking, and really you don’t want to read all that do you? I’m thinking no. It was… L-O-N-G. Either way, I thought I’d just share some of the finer points:

Just because I talk a lot doesn’t mean I’m telling you everything. I think faster than I talk or type. I’m aware. Know that.

The most beautiful are the angels with dirty faces: flawed and brilliant in their unique and blessedly skewed perspectives. The shrewd always have a strategy.

It’s an ego thing for all writers I think. It’s arrogant to think anyone else gives a fuck about what you have to say, how you see the world, or what you can fantasize with your imagination. Mentalmasterbation.

Nothing about the internet is authentic in the sense of that everything that makes it up is man made. However there’s something organic about it in the sense that we are all part of creating every aspect of what it is if we choose to. I wonder how many of us ponder what we are really doing and where it’s all going. We have an opportunity here. An opportunity to “shift paradigms” so to speak (*ahem, snickers*). No, but seriously. Technology is moving at a pace faster than we can absorb and adapt to. We have this amazing resource… We can communicate with people from any corner of the earth: so long as they have internet access. I imagine in the future there wont be an inch of this earth without it. Quite possibly at the blink of an eye. Maybe even literally the blink of an eye. Contact lenses of the future? I imagine windshields of cars to have widgets telling us everything from the traffic updates to allowing us to purchase movie tickets or make reservations or check our [insert social network of the future here] or or or or… there’s an app for that. In your eyeball. Houses not much unlike the remake of the Stepford Wives with Nicole Kidman (perfect casting there… Katie Holmes should be in the remake of the remake.) that turn the lights on and off for us and refrigerators that remind us that we are running low on milk. I imagine super high speed thought reception: apply to any and all current mediums: phones, computers, what-have-you. Communication is power. Divide and conquer, meet the internet.

There are FAKE ASS PEOPLE everywhere. BUT: there are absolutely also artists and lovers and people who live by the fucking CODE everywhere too. Birds of a feather flock together: 2.0.

** gets another beer **

The enlightened ones examine their judgements. Ponder them, question them. Challenge them within themselves. They are then not slaves to judgement. They are not building walls around them they are tearing them down and dropping bombs on those of others.

Always assume your enemy is smarter than you. Just in case. And plan accordingly.

Stop trying to fit me into a box, cover me with a label, apply me to your cliche. Whatever you think about me: you’re right: and wrong. Idiot. Infinite variables are recycling themselves at infinite rates so that everything including you and I: is constantly changing. Only the truly ignorant think they can grasp at a damn thing. The wise know to simply turn their heads to the sky and feel the rain drench their skin, observant of every thought that passes as they clear their minds and simply accept themselves.

It’s all relative.

Proof read this dick in your mouth. I probably broke a million writing rules in this post but what the FUCK is a “rule of WRITING”??? Of MUSIC? Of ART at ALL??Wake. Up. People.I know some of you hear me. I know who relates. I know who filters their judgements through their own bull shit. I love your responses: they validate me, they challenge me, they inspire me. I grow because of it all. God, some people. And yet… SOME people…