Went home today and played around with soft pastels for hours. Was I born to be liberated? Many lines drawn and lots in progress. Big papers taped on the wall. Extra mental. Mirror mirror over everywhere show me. Dreamt of singing with the background of percussive insects and frogs. World is green. Was I supposed to be voting? I wanted to be singing.
Pieni pylpyräinen pympyrä junassa. Christ must (be merry) marry so be merry.
Consciousness desires to be free