Dream no more!
The arrogance of trying to be a god wears out quickly. Nothing has direction except when we sing together. We are soft creatures that want to believe there is some meaning in a storm of violence and boredom.
I feel like a robot when I write, as if some important force drives my fingers to rape the keyboard.
I am nothing when I read my own words. They are not mine.
We will come as we go; alone, twisted and wet.