I want to write, but I’ll tell myself all kinds of things to stop myself from doing it. It’s time to expose the falsehood of those “reasons” I offer for not creating.
I don’t want to write. I don’t have anything to say. Nobody’s going to read it anyway. And on and on…
Who is running this ship? If some all powerful force were in charge of the earth, why do we have so much strife and suffering? How can we be talking about Sinead O’Connor’s hair when there’s so much suffering in the world? Can’t god act on this? Won’t god fix it?
[This was written several weeks ago. It took some time to get it to this venue.] It’s been proclaimed that money is the only universally shared human belief (I heard that in a TED talk… It was mind blowing). Think about it. Money, itself, has no literal value. It cannot feed people nor clothe them……
I am the lyin’ king. I could say anything.
Can we understand a world where not even Superman and Batman can get along? Seems there’s not a lot of change to believe in this election season.
Vinyl is expensive, fragile, muddled and requires discipline and creativity. Music lovers want it.