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 You would think I swore at his mother, the way he carries himself around me. Everyday it's another little nitpick, another sliver of a chance to judge. He doesn't care at all, what a guy. One of these days he's gonna extend my probation or fire me, either one. Maybe I'll be like him when I'm older. If that is the case, you've got to come kill me. That's a clone. In working on this project, y'know... I'm more selective with the final cut this time. I'm choosing to be as shrewd as I can be about it. A couple demos in and there's still only one track I'm satisfied with, and I'm not mad about it. Leg   doesn't sound like the version I put on Instagram a few days ago, I moved into a better direction. It's pocket lint for Brian Eno; I'm moving back into the better portion of my influences. What helped me for a few years was a sense of competition, a sense of pride in knowing I have peers to look up to. Every artist I meet becom...

I don't think I have anything redeemable or intelligent to add today. I just wanted to apologize to all my friends who read my blog for my bizarre behavior lately. Ive become much less of myself than I usually hope to be. I think I'm ready to close this chapter of my life. I don't really know what I'm gonna do after today, but I have decided to sit down aside the path, and sleep. I'm not walking anymore, I'm not dreaming anymore. I'm letting the wind whistle through my head, to use an expression. No more feelings, no more mania. I wish you all nothing but success. --------- Okay I lied. I have one more thought. The families are all still here. Manal, Remas, Ibrahim... they're all still alive. If the Lord has any heart at all, he'll let them grow old in peace. I hope that he can forgive what I have become. I hope that he recognizes the beauty of these people. I hope he never fails them. I hope the nightmare can end for everyone. I hope one day they ca...

How can you bear your soul like that with a thousand eyes staring at you? The thing is, it's pretty easy. If it's everyone, it's everyone. So, nobody is different, nobody is special in bearing witness. It's scary for me when it's the same eyes. When it's always the same eyes. It's scarier that I should be able to run away from just one person, right? But where can I go, where they won't find me? If it is the case that I can never truly get away... let it be a strain. Let it be a real test. Greed Island, let's make a game of it. I'm not gonna make it easy. How much can I reveal, how much can I say... I think to point out the image that's hanging over my imagination may help make me more coherent. I keep coming back to Top of the Pops. I keep coming back to 10cc. I'm Not In Love , God, I wish. It would be so much easier if it didn't matter. I'm not in love... so don't forget it... it's just a silly phase I'm going throug...