P.

every day's another story

last night i dreamed i was a kite with no string, no wind, no sky. just the longing.

all things must pass

you may say i'm a dreamer, but i'm not the only one

i followed Hens' suggestion. see above. i don't think i have gathered any particularly new information about the forces i am exposed to. but boy, imagine the fuck all they can now gather about me.

it only makes sense to me now to take off 'the art' and leave the words.

all things considered, self-promotion had long welcome its stay. let's trash the flyers and go back to riddles and crumbles for a while.