There are moments where the incredibunctious creativity of others makes me want to kill myself in bourgeois mediocre banality.

This is one of those moments

It’s not enough that killing trees and small rodents makes me question the role of our sets of states of energy on other celestial bodies…

…except to tell myself that how combinations of sets of states of energy recombine energy/mass is fractionally fractious if not fictionally close to fractal patterns one step away from randomness whose repetition makes us believe in godlike qualities of beauty, purity and real flavours of ice cream.

Better a silent self-delusional god than a loud and complete fool that I usually play for laughs.

I will never satisfy the rulemaking judges of dance because the noise in my thoughts is more musically challenging than perfecting socially-defined steps toward judgeworthy happiness, but I can try.