Monday, February 14, 2011

I have no one intelligent to talk to, no one. Consequently no philosophy gets solved as more insanity piles on top. I get 5min bursts of brief intellect with a slice of creativity if I'm lucky. No one open minded with any medical knowledge, no medical knowledge in the open minded. And I don't know how to unwind. I don't want to drink or get high so now I'm having trouble relating to people AT ALL. I am so exhausted. Its just such bulllshit that people don't want to talk about anything going on. Who am I making art for? For me? For future generations? I don't see how stage performance is any different to what I do everyday and people laugh when they are suppose, clap when they are suppose to but then don't leave! And no one is really watching the show.

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