I’m in a crazy sleep deprived state, mind full of beats.. Kerouac, Ginsberg, Burrough’s beats… Passions and revolts drive madly through me.. I thought of a part to a poem earlier.. when I was less sleep deprived deranged… I wonder if I could remember it.

God is not man made

Not even  man is man made

perhaps this is why he is so miserable

in his modern world 

So what do you think? It’s just a fragment of something. There was other stuff I was thinking of putting with it, but those memories have faded.

I wonder what you could do with those words, can you imagine? You could have those lines repeating over and over again… drenched in effects; an ambient timber.. some sound painting.

Perhaps its just a fragment, just a couple riffs looking for more riffs, to be come a whole.

Perhaps these are words that should be surrounding by still silence.. little movement.

Perhaps these words are no good at all. 

My mind has gone off in so many tangents in this state… I’ve had so many dreams to write about.. reflections, attempts at self awareness… feeling like a moth who bangs his head upon the glass in search for the flame… Even if I and the fire are one. 

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