I miss writing. Fuck you WordPress. Every updates kills you. My resistance to art increases.
 
 I am going to avoid getting comfy I will avoid avoiding humans I will destroy all my enemies.
 
 Seeing Sadie for the first time in maybe 2 years. This should be fun. It’s the flighty ones I have always adored.
 
 Now that my frontal lobe is fully developed I can see the disadvantages in such a protected life. I also protect myself from connections.
 
 I am starting to see how mike and I will fail. He has no work ethic and has no idea how to run a business despite his skill with numbers, tech, words and negotiations. These things do not run a business. On top of that he creeps me out and I do have a need to know what’s going on and he can’t deliver. My best bet is having him learn how to fake human connection. I have a hard time teaching myself. Teaching him that is like teaching me another language. Even in love, why waste your time. I can do this business without him I’m just paying attention for when I have to, to keep doing what I do.
 
 I could talk about great things like moving to Bedford or my new desire for adventure but God what a crappy post that would be.
 
 Everyone has a little Kanye in them.
 
 I am a mother fucking monster. I do need to see your hands at the concert. The things in my head could scare murderers.