Think Your Own Thoughts.

Musician' Is Not A Very Respected Title. I'm Not A Musician.

I Had To De-program Myself. From Myself. Had To Reinvent Rituals Of Purification. So Full Of The Vagrant Pollutions Of Others. It Was Time To Detox. Not Only From Alcohol, Sex, And Drugs, But From Needy Leeches Who Looked To Swab Me With Their Sores. Detox From My Own Needy Lechery. Had To Locate The Center Wound And Cauterize. Undo The Original Sin, The Origin Of My Sickness...had To Learn To Replace Them, It, Want, Hurt, Anger, Sorrow, Loss, With Power, Healing, Wisdom, Fulfillment, Satisfaction.

Because We Have So Much Eye Candy And Mind Candy, Spending So Much Time Trying To Pay The Rent, All Of This Conspires To Keep Us From Thinking Too Hard Or Taking Action From That. Our Time Is Stolen. So Much Of Our Daily Life Is Stolen.

There Is So Much In The World To Hate, Why Hate Yourself?

Think Your Own Thoughts.