hey, good evening glad you could make it can I get you a drink? let me take your coat and introduce you around this is my best friend Anxiety she's a bit of a mess but she means well usually this couple over here Intention and Distraction are constantly fighting endless arguments always at odds I don't even know why I invite them to these things this is my co-worker Motivation he's a bit of a talker so steer clear unless you have an hour or a day to waste I'm not sure where she is, Peace I know I invited her at least I think I did ah, it doesn't matter she rarely shows anyway oh! you'll like these guys Clarity and Concentration they spend most of their time in the kitchen they like to keep to themselves but when they pop in to say 'hi' you'll remember it man, this guy, though Sarcasm (he thinks he's much cooler than he actually is) watch your step around him he'll piss you off then wonder why you can't take a joke and finally, my new friend Mindfulness we're just getting acquainted and we may hate each other or we may be in love really, it is too early to tell anyway, welcome to the party, the party of my direct experience.
a blank page is not the goal it never was and it never should have been what good would that do? why was that even a thing? concentrating on the rise and the fall, hoping for the clarity that will sweep me away in its beauty and surprise but its really not like that, is it? do I count? do I note? equanimity escapes me as it always does, so with a tone of self-compassion I begin again striving to do what I love, but why is it simultaneously so easy and so hard? so difficult such a simple task, it can never end but there is joy in the enjoyment, in the attempt, in the breathing, in the practice the recognition is the attention, the failure is the success.
oh! my literary existentialism bordering on despair my whiny and strangulated vocals these towering synthesizers and guitars are my cure this experimental new wave of reggae and ska is evidence of my bad religion as I rise against the sublime, and no doubt birth this clash my adherence to the traditional to the culture that is my heritage and is sorely vexed I will use more words and say more things evidence of my kinks do I embrace this division of joy? can I stomach the social distortion of all the talking heads on my television? this is my nirvana, my jam.