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I'm throwing my hands up and yelling "Waterloo!" at the mirror. I don't know what happened to all of that beautiful restraint I used to coast along with; something happened to me. It's been everything but helpful to my self image. Look at me, I'm an asshole now. I have got to become more approachable. On this track I've drafted up, I'm using a lot of takes of deep breathing. Breathing in rhythm with the emotion, not always just the beat. When I attempt to implement some more uncomfortable things in this work, I try to center the methodology with what I've picked up from David Lynch's work. A lot of his works deal with that psychosexual fringe of need and want. A lot of what happens with the "emotional world" of his material is that we're shown a certain gradient of harm and selfishness that creeps into what is, at it's core, natural. The works don't deny any beauty or love inherent to sexuality as a social need. I feel t...

The cones and rods are seeing the same colors they always have, just in different places. This particular spot likes to throw the rainbow at me, it's a nice refreshment for the eyes. You know they've moved me around like 4 times this week? This facility is fucking beautiful. Why don't they let me work here? Because then it'd get to my head. Those bastards, they’re so slick! These Detroiters, they aren't Americans. They couldn't be. They’re French. They smell like it. So what does it say about me that I really like Macy's cologne? I'm a whore. Every time I get off work, I remember that I'm single now (I know) so I actually have to find stuff to do again. And hence this album is goin' smooth. The feeling behind it is really shameful, real disgusting. It's so fun, right? I think I'm enjoying myself just a little too much. Is there another downswing on the way? It was rough for a minute, but I'm doing good now, y'know? We're still...

She's talking to me again, she's alive. She and her daughter. Life can keep rolling, hearing from Remas is a blessing. Manal is also surviving and alive, as well as her three kids. Everything is moving the right way. The bottom line just not yet broken. I was talking to my twin about co-renting. They've already got a spot in their sights on the east side, things are looking good. I might have a hangout ready for Friday, I'm looking forward to that. God, I am looking forward to that. Did I mention I'm looking forward to things? I am experiencing what many scientists are calling "Optimism." More on that later. I messed up my eyeliner today so now my eyes hurt. Because... of course. But that's immaterial to the condition of goodness I'm choosing to plant myself in today. Goodness, goodness, flashing yellow. I forget what cartoon character said to move like that. Been stressed about stupid stuff lately, if you can believe it. If youuuuu, cannnnn, beli...