That Double Sided Soup, You know.

One of the things people forget to do is talk with themselves. Notice I didn't say talk "to" themselves. There is a cold tinge about that, which is lame and doesn't help you at all. It's counterproductive, lazy, and inconsiderately bad. It's stupid, really. And that's just my riff so fuck it.

Just be open with yourself today, man. It's like - if you don't, it's the equivilant of taking the hardest shit imaginable and realizing all too late that there's no paper. Not no toilet paper - no paper period. You are literally shit out of luck.

To stop such atrocity from visiting your unsuspecting ass, simply - like I say in my 7-million plus-ways, BE YOURSELF. Stop crying so hard for a dream when you haven't done a damn thing to get there. Yet.

Not wanting to make a niblet out of this, I want to tell you something great about my thoughts: They exist. That's right. There's a place for them, in the ether of life. All of our thoughts are there, growing into something until they are unthought. See that happening now. I mean really, consider that shit. Don't front on your imagination, now. That's a little backspacey isn't it?

But fuck it. Whatever. You can lose, gracefully or not, or you can win. You can get that meaty, slow loaf bee-otch heart of yours ever encrusted in roasted tissue scarred uncontrollably by failure all around, or you can get that self-humbled, demigodish gigapower resting deep within you to shine diamondly. Just purely being, with the power to create and influence. Now.

So get on it.