y'all can't all be wrong: Eh, One Of These Days I'll Make To Four AM

It's 1:12 AM and I'm feeling like I'm smoking the midnight oil like I did last summer, but really, I'm nowhere close. Oh well, where's the merit in staying up till 4 and writing silly words?

Read my last 3 posts and then read Roger Fisher's quote below and then repeat his phrase undesired aspect 3 times and I think you'll be coloring with numbers on my horseshit psychology and fallow mental state. Something's here, I'm just not listening.

To me, one of the most important things is to have a clear vision of what it is that we want to do or become. Then, holding on to that vision every day, one watches it manifest. Probably the biggest deterrent is fear - fear of failure, of being laughed at, or of physical pain. Holding on to the doubt, fear or greed that can be attached to a vision will likely cultivate the undesired aspect as well. -- Roger Fisher

Somehow I landed in Seattle and I don't even like Nirvana. Someone stuck a guitar in my hands and I said "no fucking way dude." It's all a little ridiculous. The path to absolute differentiation is like broccoli in a blender -- hey, I'm me and you're you -- that's as easy as a Cadillac with bullet hole in it. I just read archives and history books and watch news that tells me how it is and I believe 'cause my aspect is undesired. I really just write in tongues, pretending -- listening to some internal rhythm that says, "yeah, that word there." But it won't save me. That belongs to amnesia and all its emancipating glory. I'm quitting my job tomorrow.