“Falling into habits that
make you rabid,
Still steam that fills
up your world (your lungs)
and makes you sail the (a) never changing sea.

And everyday you sing a song,
but the repeating tonic won’t escape to anywhere.
Safety is what the note feels
and the note clings to it,
rejecting all harmony
and all dissonance.
If you didn’t know,
your song is an extension of yourself.
So think long and hard while you inhale."

“Seep through the cracks of abnormality,
nobody has time to deal with the shit of being different,
even though you are.”

“Find a book that tells you who to be
and be it.
No thought required.”

“All the words have been thought of,
all the melodies have been sung,
all stories have been told. No use in creating—I’ve got to put food on the table.”