find what is true… and let it kill you.

its been a productive day. already evening so didnt write in the morning like i promised. dont wanna force it. wanted to let some ideas breathe a bit. pacing around my apartment like a caged lion thinking things through and hashing ’em out. had some breakthroughs again in visioning a new dawn of humanity. intercellularly we are all united. ecologically united. personality is individual ego and culture is collective. dont give a fuck about either unless a tradition or idea actually helps us evolve (love is in that word if you look carefully). the modern city is a dystopian wasteland and i think its time to dismantle them or at least upgrade so they are more welcome to birds and wild life. we need the biodiversity of forests, swamps and funghi to nurture our spirits (stop raping these natural habitats and building ugly buildings for fat zombies and slaves! this is murder and mayhem. these are homes of innocent creatures and you are making profit off of this barbarity. grow up humanity! wake the fuck up. god damn it now that i think of it i am probably living in one myself fer fak sake), otherwise humans are always looking for the next kick to feed their dopamine circuitry. carbs give you serotonin. sugar. water. sleep. rest. purpose. love. trust. fun. sun. art. play. joy. working on these new songs that are all for this revolution in consciousness that is unstoppable. get so high that you don’t wanna come down and drugs are no longer necessary. they will do the opposite i find when you are naturally high and full of vitality from the moment you open your eyes in the early morning hours ready to rock with a rock hard cock and prosper! every morning is birth day. drugs will burst your bubble and get you despairin and sinkin with a broken parachtute that wont release. you dont want that. when hedonism no longer appeals like it did back in the day you know you are onto something. your friends and family will think you are going mad. let them. this is bigger than us. i am dreaming and singing on behalf of those that don’t even get asked. my furry friends in the factories and farms (ie. concentration camps). your liberation will be glorious. anyone who doesn’t get this is spiritually constipated. stay out of our way or we will burn you with truth and blind you with love. win for all of us. over and out.