Notes

This is the garbage with which I will craft something in the future. A trunk of recycled bottles and leaves of garbage bags. Perhaps I'll even sit underneath it and think of an idea, trees seem to lend themselves to thought:

Somewhere between growth and regression.

A need, a programmed need, an adaptation, a fault. Social Fear.

We seek a mother to love us. She soaks herself in our tears saying: 'It will be fine.' A strong person, though necessarily not understanding our predicament, for if that was the case she too would be in tears. We do not seek to be understood.

What is it with these imposing characters with their quest and missions? The 'improvers' of our world - What distracting heroics. My bad-self, on a bad day.

Attention: You are seeking. Caution: You've left me. Danger: We'll meet again.

Greatness: Achieved under pressure. Genius, erupts from lack of need. Yet it's one need is nothing: A vacuum for it to fill. Obviously only the void allows for anything to fill it. (Genius = born from anythingness?) (Careful with silly words, but worth a look)

Snarl, Grin, Smirk, and Peering. Here sits a dirty mind thinking dirty thoughts: He thinks of Ideas. Look away!

I don't cross streets at night anymore. My clothes may be black but my knowledge will keep me safe.

I find it absurd that I should offer you my services. A hammer has never given a smith permission to be smashed.

A man wishes to J-walk a busy street. The act would take mere seconds if he could only divide it into crossing two roads. Mashed together however, he must wait until the traffic aligns itself to his safe travel. His wait would be over if only he risked waiting briefly in the middle of the road. The problem is obviously self-preservation, as with most good things in life.

The ritual tearing of a letter, the shedding of its transient form

I'd rather be in love, but I'll settle for being creative.

Conformity is defined as happiness. Depression seems to have been hijacked into being non-conformity. Easily a fallacy.

Awake? Is that what you call idly selling your religion to passerby's? I'll choose somnambulism.

Bashing religion reveals an angry soul. It is a violent act, of propping a scarecrow for a beatdown.  Similar to punching pillow.

Religion, as a value, hints at the needs of a being. Its belief reveals. Say, what does your religion guarantee you? And say, you easy prey, you J Witnesses, your religion speaks of clubs and exclusivity.

I cull my dreams quickly these days. I can't allow them to rule me. Realism and sadness.

My latest hobby, women, was difficult to maintain. Better pickup something different, like Lego.

Yes. That man was certainly in a drunken state, but he was nice. Most people are in a state of bored and they're really unpleasant about it.

The attention you don't require, but demand nonetheless.

Humor & genius. People talk about things. Talking about ideas is for the strange, so in humor they may find more comfort as things are not so much talked about, but interpreted in strange ways so as to trigger laughter.

A cold that inverts.