Fireworks

Don't hate what you create. There's a motto for you. Would even make a great tattoo, in Latin or something. Esperanto. Maybe Klingon. Something nobody can read but you, because you're special. You exist, and don't you know it. Like nobody else does. Another fucking LEVEL, man! If only everybody thought like you did, gosh, the shit we'd get done. World peace! Free drugs! Sex for breakfast! If only...

If only what? If only everyone listened to more Animal Collective, for one. Yeah whatever the concert was a few weeks back now, but I'm a busy guy. Stop living in the present. I've got corrupt regimes to dismantle and one man revolutions to tell everyone about. Also, I've only just now recovered the full use of my ears. They took a right purple pummelling, all swirled up and spun out to shells of themselves.

If you put a leaf to your ear, you can hear the forest.

Imagine if you found a fairy bouncing around in your garden. After some careful consideration you asked her the secret to eternal happiness. But the flashy little gnomette just gives you a recipe for some coconut cupcakes, and yes they were pretty good, but it's a 10 minute window of bliss we're talking here, 25 tops. Little fucker is stoned to high heaven, you'd get more sense talking to a dead lizard.

Now, pump up the strobe. I mean really pump it. With a pump. More! I'm talking Berlin New Year, with the powerbox on the fritz. Drei! Zwei! Eins! Glückliches Neues Jahr!

Yep, that pretty much covers it. I went to an Animal Collective show. So did you, IN MY MIND!