Sunday, September 14, 2003
Nobody ever wants to change everything. Change everything a good thing! Yesterday I kicked down every goddamned door that was blocking my path through the world and toppled routine with the help of music and the will to make everything seem like a fingerpainter's canvas. I rearranged color-smears, conquered the devil and made snakes fly. Take the filters off your eyes, once you stop believing in dragons the dragons die, and all you get is a sick feeling in your stomach like the world's forsaken you. Don't believe what they tell you, Imma be the fucking president when I grow up.