Brain.. Twitching... Fire, Blood.. Everywhere... Vernal Equinox.

Iggy Pop - [Lust for Life]--- Happy First Day of Spring. In celebration, i think i'll feel extremely weird, for a few hours, wanting to rip the throat out of everything that gives me problems, or looks at me sideways, and then wanting have sex for three days, straight.

Yeah. That sounds about right.

I really do want to throttle the world, some days. Mostly when it's being shy, and reticent of speech... I just want to sink my teeth in its throat and shake some fucking sense in...

That's not Weird, or anything, is it?

Fuck off, then. I'll talk to you later.

Don't remember.

Dreams i don't remember, of people places and conversations. Woke up feeling like i'd been up all night, drinking coffee.

My left arm feels like it's made out of metal. And my mind feels utterly poisonous.

Happy spring, motherfuckers. Nobody drove us out, we were only sleeping.

I remembered the dreams:

Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [Sixgun Gorgon Dynamo]--- IT was "Wizard of Oz" style, with the girl going to sleep, elsewhere, realising tha tshe was waking up somewhere else, and people only kind of believing her about where she'd been.

Symbollic.

Spring is still fucking with my head.

Kovenant - [Towards The Crown Of Nights]--- I feel like I could make Jesus go out and tie up a Nunnery... And then turn that Nunnery into a Brothel. Then video tape it, sell it on the internet, and make a new Church, in my image. Then, the next day, make it all the same as it had been, but have everyone Know...

I still feel like i've been made out of adamantium, lightning, and flesh, fueled by napalm and the Five Deadly Venoms.

It's fucking Amazing. Time to write a Paper.

The Art of Noise - [Pause]--- (Track 1337) Beginning, now, with spring, is certainly something more interesting than it was, last year. I have a lot more work to do, and a lot more toward which i need to work. I have to start building, now. The primary design phase is over. The rest has to happen as we go. Just like life.

Voltaire - [Snakes]--- Later.

I hate Everything.

Save Ferris - [Sorry My Friend]--- Why is it that something which once gave me such great joy, now seems to send me into a horrible, violent, argumentative fugue, in which i piss off my friends, or anyone with whom i come into contact.

Papers used to be a wonderful experience, for me... A time to stretch, a time to understand.

Everything about them fucking Sucks, now, and i want to burn them down. I hate writing papers, i hate having conversations, and i hate talking.

My views seem simple (comples, comprehensive, mysterious, allowing for Everything), which is why i hold them. I like them. (A Perfect Circle - [The Hollow (The Bunk Remix)]). I know that not everyone will see them the same way. At all. I know that. And i know the other arguments that get presented. The problem being they are, everyone of them, wrong. They are also all Right. You know that, by now. Taking what i believe, as true, from experience, a priori, everything is true and false, and other descriptors. It is all of those things, not any of those, all combinations, and all singularities.

Reality is reality. The Ultimately known unknowable. We are each that, individually. And i hate arguing with people to get them to understand that i'm fucking agreeing with them, except not Just them.

D12& Eminem - [My Band]--- It's not exclusive. Truth is Truth. Truth is Falsity. Truth is in everything. Truth doesn't Exist. Truth honesty intention perception whatever.

Fuck it. Fuck you.

I have a paper to write.

Radio Silence.