In the end, its all about the beat.
I want to start out by saying...yes, I do like Fiona Apple.
Now that this nasty little secret is out of the way, let me just tell you how tired I am of people. Don't get me wrong. I don't loathe people. I don't dislike having conversations with people. I think the human race in general, if you'll pardon my Anne Frank moment, is generally just swell - but I'm still tired of them. Living here - walking around masses upon masses of people - tourists, commuters, rich, homeless, ranging from brilliant and with it to 'the seventh level of hell' BATSHIT insane. I see thooooooooooooooooousands of people every day and its begining to absorb into my skin. Getting into my brain and making me mad. Too many moods, too many agendas, too many different needs and wants and approaches to life, liberty and the persuit of happiness.
All I'm saying is that the more I talk to people, watch people, read about people...the more I just want to go hide in a cave somewhere and live out my remaining days as a hermit...ess. Or maybe I just sit back, paint and have a little wine after dinner. That'll do.
Now that this nasty little secret is out of the way, let me just tell you how tired I am of people. Don't get me wrong. I don't loathe people. I don't dislike having conversations with people. I think the human race in general, if you'll pardon my Anne Frank moment, is generally just swell - but I'm still tired of them. Living here - walking around masses upon masses of people - tourists, commuters, rich, homeless, ranging from brilliant and with it to 'the seventh level of hell' BATSHIT insane. I see thooooooooooooooooousands of people every day and its begining to absorb into my skin. Getting into my brain and making me mad. Too many moods, too many agendas, too many different needs and wants and approaches to life, liberty and the persuit of happiness.
All I'm saying is that the more I talk to people, watch people, read about people...the more I just want to go hide in a cave somewhere and live out my remaining days as a hermit...ess. Or maybe I just sit back, paint and have a little wine after dinner. That'll do.