Neurotic, Obsessive, and addicted to dreaming.
A fool in a world of wise men.
There are many prophets these days, but with the way they behave, I’m convinced autocorrect got in the way for we know a prophet’s homophonic counterpart is the real motive of their creative machinations.
Write for the audience, but not the consumer.
Art is a laboratory filled with cultural chemicals made of melancholy molecules and the enlightening elements of the human experience.
Symbolic meaning machines being force fed facts, and figures. Bodies sit idle, fearful, plump, and plundered.
Meaningful metaphors combating the lamentations that arise from lucidity
From being aware.
From knowing your life ends, but not when.
There in no such thing as a sign from the universe.
A sign is just a symbol.
A symbol just a dream.
Am I wise man?
No.
Only a fool dares to dream in times like these.