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Ideas were pouring into my head. As fast as I jotted them down others came crowding in. At last I reached that point where you abandon all hope of remembering your brilliant idea and you simply surrender to the luxury of writing a book in your head. You know that you'll never be able to recapture these ideas, no a single line of all the tumultuous and marvelously dove-tailed sentences which sift through your mind like sawdust spilling through a hole. On such days you have for company the best companion you will ever have -- the modest, defeated, plodding, workaday self which has a name and which can be identified in public registers in case of accident or death. But the real self, the one who has taken over the reins, is almost a stranger. He is the one who is filled with ideas; he is the one who is writing in the air; he is the one who, if you become too fascinated with his exploits, will finally expropriate the old, worn-out self, taking over your name, your address, your wife, your past, your future.
-Sexus, Henry Miller
Let's be honest. Robert Smith's crackly and distinct pterodactyl-like noise at the beginning of The 13th is a blatant copyright infringement of mine. I'll let it slide this time, Robert, just because I love you. Last night after getting off work and a "20 minute" nap on Jon's couch while him and Justin played PS2 games - they were all too quiet and still while shooting each other in the head and each time one died they cried like a tyrannosaurus - and I awoke to incense wafting by to escape through the open window behind me - Thor's hammer passed around - I laid there sprawled on the couch with my left hand limply holding a wine glass and I chuckled that at 40 I will be in the same position only there will be additional lines at the corners of my eyes and my mouth and my perception of the world will be entirely different and I will think back to that exact moment in time and I will be a stranger - moments of deep introspection, useless questions, unfamiliar plans for the future which will never materialize, a pinprick of doubt - all these will be so foreign and unintelligible because the universe is a fluid motion where even the last word out of your mouth does not fully entomb the complete meaning- and while Aqua Teen Hunger Force blazed on the TV and I traced the smoke with my hands I wanted to become useless, microscopic, absorbed in everybody's stream of existence and write run-on and on and on sentences because it simply makes me happy and although it may seem that all of this is commonplace mediocrity, I know that the air is a little bit heavier and warmer and it is completely different from all the other 5am's.
-Sexus, Henry Miller
Let's be honest. Robert Smith's crackly and distinct pterodactyl-like noise at the beginning of The 13th is a blatant copyright infringement of mine. I'll let it slide this time, Robert, just because I love you. Last night after getting off work and a "20 minute" nap on Jon's couch while him and Justin played PS2 games - they were all too quiet and still while shooting each other in the head and each time one died they cried like a tyrannosaurus - and I awoke to incense wafting by to escape through the open window behind me - Thor's hammer passed around - I laid there sprawled on the couch with my left hand limply holding a wine glass and I chuckled that at 40 I will be in the same position only there will be additional lines at the corners of my eyes and my mouth and my perception of the world will be entirely different and I will think back to that exact moment in time and I will be a stranger - moments of deep introspection, useless questions, unfamiliar plans for the future which will never materialize, a pinprick of doubt - all these will be so foreign and unintelligible because the universe is a fluid motion where even the last word out of your mouth does not fully entomb the complete meaning- and while Aqua Teen Hunger Force blazed on the TV and I traced the smoke with my hands I wanted to become useless, microscopic, absorbed in everybody's stream of existence and write run-on and on and on sentences because it simply makes me happy and although it may seem that all of this is commonplace mediocrity, I know that the air is a little bit heavier and warmer and it is completely different from all the other 5am's.