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Thursday, February 26, 2009
I want to write beat.

I want to write Beat.

I want to reclaim the passion of discovery.

I want to learn to read again.

This. This writing is not beat. Not Beat.

I can't give up punctuation. I can't give up CAPITALIZATION. I can't write, transcribe, internalize, externalize, symbolize, hypothesize, synthesize bebop.

I sold my soul to rocknroll. Four beats, three chords, sometimes harmony, sometimes screams, all passion, all feeling, all accessible.

No edits, no...

"Don't you realize you can't be saved? If you can't feel fear you've gone insane."

I want to reclaim my heritage (?) I want to be 151617 again. To feel that passion, that unbridled unrefined unclear unfocused energy emotion extascy! To be punk again. (were you ever?)

Getting old is a young man's game. It takes strength to become what you are destined to be. (By the age of 50, every man has the face he deserves.)

I don't know what I want. I do, but I lack the cojones to make it happen. I lack the drive. I lack the passion.

Yet, somehow it's ok, cuz I'm listening to Queen right now.




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