As usual, time time, cut up day, some shelter from the storm, yet the furies howl my sails, singing power shanteys to braven my brazen head, too fast, I get ideas from way too far out and so fast y just can understand them sub or un-consciousness, with a mirror, bit by bit, and yes, it's all in this bell jar, maybe not even fun but I must must testimony of struggle...too much passion and Eros of a subtle kind that drives me crazy with the written word, the symbol, enchanted in a spell of mesmerizing hyperlink reality, of satisfaction and subtle pleasure, of feeling Breath, Holy Breath, such as an in an epiphany or watching a visionary movie or piece of art music, a feeling of being one with oneself and God, yoked in nectar, submerged and drowned...I love so symbols, symbolic reality, the sea where the unconscious and limited infinity are found in nature, the romance and charms..I was made without the heavenly milk that surrounds and moisten the mind, the psyche, reality..I am trapped in a dream, I think everyone, which makes up reality, through perception, desire, sense of self..fear of the unkowable, of dwelling at the borders of the threshold, beholding the theater of play, that is what it's all about, but working in discipline by denying..fear of choosing what to do, of being too strange and unique, bitter and very deep despair surrounds me..deeeep-pression, going to sound it all, overwhelming, many deaths, I conclude I am a humanoid alien, and my conceptual world it gets very lonely and silent..here I plant my landmark, a message in a bottle in the "endless" sea, as the finitude of infinity, that is, our realm.
