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 I have that song stuck in my head, you know. I have to thank Jim Morrison for his timeless songwriting capabilities. It's a shame that in real life he was, like, The Joker. C'mon baby, light my fire... c'mon baby, light my fire... I need to drink more mint tea. I want to have a little taste, a small experience of the norms of Gaza. It's become a sort of neurosis of interest, a method of emotionally reifying the culture of Palestine into my heart; I wish to carry with me a piece of a place I've never been to. I'm looking to do the same with nations around the world. With Tigray, with Sudan, with Congo. With Haiti, with everyone. In my heart is a fear that we may forget the people of these cultures under siege, and that when the work is done, the honest people of the lay, living their lives within our imperial core, may never know what the world has truly lost. I do not want to be one of those people. I don't think I could ever forgive myself if I forgot this...

Since I'm not on TikTok rn.

 ...and Sir Galahad would be named the youngest of the men of chivalry, the shield bearing starling of the Round Table.  Today, my confidence is animated by an inclination towards warmth, and the promise of release through song. I am no longer afraid of playing the wrong notes. This song is mine to compose, and mine only to understand. I think about Solange's concerto in The Young Girls of Rochefort . I think about how much confusion and bitterness seeped into her feelings about her work, how it would be her piece that led her to a love she felt she did not deserve. I also think about Gene Kelly tiptoeing and smiling from cheek to cheek like a jackass in that movie, he's just like me. In comparing masters, I came to appreciate the mix of Avenue  (Italics! Because it's finished!) that included my singing performance over the more restrained, conservative mixes. I thought, to hell with the reservations, those who will understand it will understand it. Those who will not hav...

I'm in the den watching Cabaret tonight. I am starting to get tired, but this flick is a real treat, I just have to finish it if its the last thing I do.  Money makes the world go round, the world go round, the world go round!  Ah, its such a treat, it really feels so authentic. I myself was caught in a sort of psychologically detrimental lovegame myself so this hit close to home, especially with the thematic backdrop of Nazism rising in the country as all this soap opera drama is going on. We should probably be dissolving fascists in boiling acid before long, y’know? So we don't end up like that again. That scene where they're all singing in the biergarten... Tommorow Belongs to Me ... There's something so horrifying about how pedestrian it is, you know. I think I've written about it before, yes, but it never ceases to disturb me. I've seen pieces of it in my life, of course I have. I'm an American, I see Nazis every day. A relative is dating someone who li...

They really stop me dead in my tracks. An immediate confidence killer, a walking, talking malaise of confusion. I let the positivity and extroversion really pervert my sense of reality. No more "feel good" on the feed. There will always be a right kind of snare, a veneer to ruin that cloud-nine feeling. I had a wonderful day on Saturday, it is only natural that God pulled me back to concrete slabs the very next day. Lord, let me tell you something. I can remember the way I didn't even believe my eyes. I thought I was in hell. When they were talking to me I was certain I must have died. Thought I must have been in some sort of new age exposure therapy form of torture those real artsy sort of demons cooked up. They have millennials in hell too, right? Yeesh. You know, I'm thinking about work tomorrow and, uh... maybe I needed to watch a different movie today. I'm not telling you any fabrications. I try not to look back and feel too bitter (I thought it would be too ...

Today has been a good day. Today, I set aside the aches and pains, I left alone my stressors. I took a trip to the museum, I sat by the water. If just for a day, I let go of the weight. It was while I was in the the DIA that I was struck with a new direction. It was in my time on the riverfront that I found a way to tie together all that currently feeds my imagination. I have found a way to interlace an influence of myth with a fascination of kitsch low-culture. Its funny, cause it does feel like a long time coming. It's a connection that just makes sense the more I think about it. Pegasus is a child born of the blood of his mother, Medusa. A Gorgon, she was a woman feared, scorned and abused, beheaded by Perseus. He was just following orders.

Never in my life, let me tell you. I won't talk about it, I'll let it marinate. This project is just downright impossible to pull off. I don't have enough money to pull it off, is what I think. Every rope is starting to tug at the same time, and that's just life, I guess. I'm not going to wince, I'm not going to winge, I'm just gonna sleep again. I wrote a song about them, and I don't like the way it sounds right now. I think I'm having a bout of malnutrition again, so I'm taking my mindset with a grain a salt. Bit of a bizarre concept, maybe. I think writing about them made it easier to forget. Not everybody makes it easy to move on, but some people do. I guess I'll have to thank them for being so easy to walk away from. I think about the song from Strawberry Switchblade, Go Away. It's all the same things, it's all the same feelings. James Baldwin spoke on how there really are no original feelings, no original thoughts. If you read f...