i owe the audience something / BEWARE THE PHALLUS

or do i?

i've been writing like a madman. pages and pages. i'm beginning to crack up. earlier, i saw a door opening at a bar, and i swear i saw energy moving through the air. i've been hallucinating. maybe dreaming. most people think i'm crazy or cracking up or depressed or just plain deviant. stop smoking, they say. yes. these are good ideas. every single thing be a good idea. nice tight packages of thought bundled up and sent. thinking i'm done telling stories for good. from now on, only fragments.


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when people adopt a paradigm as their own, they will begin to see supporting evidence for their cause everywhere they look, further enveloping themselves in that train of thought. the closed-minded track is a death trap. the open minded track is a closed door behind you, dead end; infinite options in front of you leading nowhere. read: we are wrong and completely right. reality distorts, i want to see pictures vibrating and tearing at all the sharp edges. a terrible fuzziness of sound as paper rips apart. the smell of chemicals and simple pleasures. things moving through things. the small things, the incredibly large things, and everything else we don't yet know to be things.