I'm Not A Shill For The Democratic

Ironic That In Order To Do My Life's Work, I Had To Quit My Day Job.

I Don't Set A Whole Lot Of Goals. It Smacks A Little Bit Of Will To Me, And I Find That Will Is Not The Way To Go For Me.

Medical Science Has Proven Time And Again That When The Resources Are Provided, Great Progress In The Treatment, Cure, And Prevention Of Disease Can Occur.

My Natural State Is One That's Affected By The Shortage Of Dopamine Production In My Brain. So My Natural State Is To Be Halting And At Times Tremulous And Kind Of Just Physically Disturbed. I Mean, That's My Natural State, Given The Situation In My Brain. But I'm Always As Happy Either Way. And So When It Comes To Me, Body Language Lies.

Now I Feel And I Say All The Time That Vanity Is, Like, Long Gone. I'm Really Free Of Worrying About What I Look Like, Because It's Out Of My Shaky Hands. I Don't Control It. So Why Would I Waste One Second Of My Life Worrying About It?