It’s past midnight. Today I am born again. I couldn’t sleep so I got up and made some notes. Started reading and then felt the urge to write this. I am Markus. Songwriter. Singer. Guitar player. Musical genius. The world’s biggest unknown star. And shiny too. I want to make money. I want to live in my own house where I can have a grand piano in the living room. On the ocean. I want to make love to beautiful women. I want to dine at fine restaurants. I want to live a life of luxury. Make music. Make music. Make music. Day and night. No boundaries. Create new places for music to go to. Write symphonies. Operas. But such that have never been heard. I reject all information and prior knowledge except for my own experiences, memories and music of course. Everything had to happen the way it did. I’m a late bloomer but that will be irrelevant once the legacy is left behind me. I’m the weakest man alive but because of that I am also the strongest. I am alive! The last few months I once again got lost in a world of empty ideology. Actually it’s been going on/off for many many years now. It’s been 10 years since I graduated from high school and what a different path I did take. Everything that has happened has been completely unexpected. I have only slept with 20 women. I’ve made 2 albums that are really quite bad. But they had to be made. They were the great mistakes that all men of greatness must make. I had no idea of what it takes to be who I wanted to be. Now I know what it takes. It’s all I need to know. As far as humanity is concerned, our species is doomed. Not that it matters because I will be around only for a certain amount of time. To quote one of my heroes George Carlin. “Fuck hope!”
It’s good to be home again.