I Might Go To Some Tiny Little

When I Was 17 Until, I Don't Know, 20, I Had This Massive, Baseless Confidence. This Very Clear Idea Of Myself And How I Would Achieve Success, Which Involved Making Decisions. I Saw Myself Picking Up The Phone And Saying 'absolutely Not' Or 'definitely Yes.' Having Control. Except You Have To Figure Out Whether The Way You Think At 19 Or 20 Has Any Value. And Eventually I Understood, With All That Control, Which Was Probably Illusory, I Wasn't Progressing. So Now I'm Relinquishing A Bit. I'll Be A Tiny Bit Naked.

Recently I Stood In The Desert, Far Out Side Of L. A., And Watched The Sun Set On A Circus Tent From 1930. Every Where Stood Animals: Elephants, Tigers That Should Be Loaded Into A Steam Train. 300 Extras In Costumes Raced Around, The Modern World Had Disappeared Totally. Although That Was Totally Fake, It Still Happened Directly Before My Eyes! That Was My Perfect Day. I Would Be Gladly Experience That Every Day. It Happens Continually To Me: It Calls Itself Work. That Is Wonderful And More Than Enough.

Contact Lenses Make Me Miserable, As Soon As I Put Them In. That's What Creates The Pouting And Brooding Character.

It's Awkward Doing It With Anybody, But It's Like Twister.

There Are Too Many Possibilities, If You Can't Die. If You're Playing A Normal Human Being, There's Always That.