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May 30, 2016



Man, I'm a gonna buy you some sweet-ass flowers and a John Coltrane hologram and have him honk & follow you rom room to room. There's a bomb crater, and there's Sun Ra (fill in the blank) Me, I'm going to focus on Sun Ra, but with the knowledge that the bomb crater is always there, and that it's horrible, but the music will show me the possibility, at least, of so much more. I don't know what that makes me, but it's mine.


Music, writing, these are the only things that show me a way out. Plus family and friends, of course. Still, when I suffer, I go into a frenzy of hatred towards mankind. It's a fault. I'm trying to free myself of it.


Free your ass, and your mind will follow. Or the other way around? Whichever way P-Funk said it. I'd trust them first.

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