Post Individualism

Lives at home in a hole

Like a sad and lonely mole

He got an audience of three

Two of them are you and me

His momma buys his weed

But she never retweets his seed

This man needs another friend

I had an idea then I lost her

I feel like a housecat in the zoo

Kiss your hair just to follow through

I admire the writer who saturates the reader with detail, nuance and adjectives without rambling.

But I am not that kind of writer. I seek only the kernel, the insight within a detail. The world is awash with words and there is as much truth in a dewdrop as a river. 

I want nothing less than to summarise the universe in a throwaway sentence and move one as if it never happened.

"To dream of islands, whether with joy or in fear, is to dream of pulling away, of being already separate, far from any continent, of being lost and alone, or to dream of starting from scratch, recreating, beginning anew”

Deleuze

I wanna hit you with the force of an asteroid from space

I wanna fall out of the sky right into your stupid face

“There are only two types of women - goddesses and doormats”

"The problem is that most instruments are square and music is always round”