Why do I love doing this stuff so much? Love like I love music and all things that are awesome. I don't know that I want to entertain people, it's more like I want people to adore me. Damn, that felt good to get out there.
That's it. That's everything. I want everyone, everywhere to affirm my existence. That's depraved. It's like I'm everyone's bitch! How did that happen? How did this happen?
Well, what then is me to admire? What am I? And who? Am I the way I look? Am I what I say, and to whom? Maybe a set of lenses, or TVs, looking around? Some sort of robot, taking notes and keeping logs? Scary.
What about thinking, then? What the shit does that mean? How do you think? What is thinking - is it the voice-over narrative of everything? Is it more, that's unexplained in words? And when I'm sitting here, "thinking", I mostly feel insane because I can't concentrate on anything and then at some point I find that I'm thinking about sex and I feel a little guilty because I was trying to think of something serious.
The shower is a great place to think, by the way. And a great place to have sex. Which makes it an even better place to think. Win-fucking-win. Have sex in the shower, ladies and gentlemen - GOOD NIGHT!