Hi, Mrs. Daniels. I called you in today, because Timmy has been causing alot of commotion, on the playground, in class, and during the after-school activities. Usually we are able to spot these “incessant verbal diarheaa” ones in the admissions process and try to alert parents to the inner turmoil that it may be revealing… Read More Productive Extrovert Syndrome
To be born again In another world In another world In another time Got a home on high Ain’t nothing but a stranger in this world I’m nothing but a stranger in this world I got a home on high In another land So far away So far away Way up in the heaven Way… Read More Divine Feminine Rising
“The reason we feel alienated is because the society is infantile, trivial, and stupid. So the cost of sanity in this society is a certain level of alienation. I grapple with this because I’m a parent. And I think anybody who has children, you come to this realization, you know—what’ll it be? Alienated, cynical intellectual?… Read More Western Psychology is diseased/ Homeless people can see your soul like others can’t
As soon as your born they make you feel small, By giving you no time instead of it all, ’til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all, a working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school, they hate you if your clever… Read More What happens when you resist the path your soul was meant to walk?
My journal is the most loyal friend I ever had. He listens to me late at night when just won’t shut up about feeling hurt from a lost friendship from childhood, when I want to tell him all about my dreams for the future and these pure love societies where all humans see the divinity… Read More My journal is my psychoanalyst
“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath,… Read More Write like a Death Row Inmate
It’s a beautiful thing getting to know yourself. It’s been a long slow, recovery. I kept Peter in a cell most of his life, sliding a bowl of porridge in through the slot, and a glass of water, keeping him in solitary confinement all day, every day, letting him out once a day for… Read More no, sorry, I’m in a relationship, I’m dating myself