I'm Like A One-woman Protest Machine.

I Had To De-program Myself. From Myself. Had To Reinvent Rituals Of Purification. So Full Of The Vagrant Pollutions Of Others. It Was Time To Detox. Not Only From Alcohol, Sex, And Drugs, But From Needy Leeches Who Looked To Swab Me With Their Sores. Detox From My Own Needy Lechery. Had To Locate The Center Wound And Cauterize. Undo The Original Sin, The Origin Of My Sickness...had To Learn To Replace Them, It, Want, Hurt, Anger, Sorrow, Loss, With Power, Healing, Wisdom, Fulfillment, Satisfaction.

I Decided To Lock Myself In. A Forced Segregation. Sabbatical. A Retreat Into Myself. My Selves. Play Hide And Go Seek In The Looking-glass. The Mirror Angled At The Foot Of My Bed. Twisted Reflections Bouncing Off Into Infinity. Obsessed With My Image, The Myriad Of Distored Figurines Who Danced In Front Of Me In Rapid Succession, Every Feature Exaggerated, Every Slight Imperfection A New Delicacy.

I Would Be Humiliated If I Found Out That Anything I Did Actually Became A Commercial Success.

Because We Have So Much Eye Candy And Mind Candy, Spending So Much Time Trying To Pay The Rent, All Of This Conspires To Keep Us From Thinking Too Hard Or Taking Action From That. Our Time Is Stolen. So Much Of Our Daily Life Is Stolen.

The American Way Of Life, As I See It, Is Really The American Way Of Death. Everything Is Determined By Greed And The Insatiable Desire To Be The Richest And Most Powerful. And That Desire Is Limitless.