...this is immediately crazy!

and this is exactly what I play with every day.

..I insist that certain things must become even more than they can be...

these things that became upon such insistence would permanently disfigure my sensitive interpretations of 'themselves"
..therefore!... where do these 'themselves' wind up?

..everything I do is an attempt to fight what is fighting me...

all my madness... all my stupidity... all my genius love...

even what I consider useless...!!

everything about me is designed to fight my illness...
so?...yes indeed I will continue to be as interestingly weird and permanently brand new as needs an exotic human like me must be