Sexless Hydrogen
I want to write! Not here of course, no of course not. I want to be inspired everything I used to enjoy is so lackluster now. It seems like all I talk about is how great everything is going to be, someday. Things are great now though. They always have been and I know that. I feel jittery now, maybe it's lack of sleep but I think I'll continue this way. I like it. It was just like that part in on the road where they sit facing each other and saying everything and there is total understand, there was a point where we just looked into each others eyes and realised that everything was said and understood. There were naked thoughts, unabridged, tangible, sincere feelings. There is so much potential in everything. My voice hurts form reading, I want to make a career out of reading Ginsberg and Ferlinghetti and Bukowski, like two appricots, like kind king light of mind, like peyote solidities of halls, like a coney island of the mind! I saw this interview with Kesey today and they asked if he was part of a revolution and he said "Yes, and that revolution is still happening". It's true though being hip wasn't ever a new thing, Faulkner was hip and Hawthorn was hip and Pound was hip and Fitzgerald was hip. It's a revolution of the mind, people as individuals aren't ever going to want to stop conscience expansion. I was listening to some live Animal Collective recordings today too and they do sound like animals, it's so refreshing to see people in such a pure and genuine state. I wish people wern't cautious around me. Not even around me just in general I wish we all gave into out naked thoughs more often, just like smoking cigarettes picked off of roadsides hoping no one saw, that was disgusting! Anyway I'm done now.