Hmmm... I don't know why I keep this. It seems like i have a lot of stuff that I really want to put out: to 'show'. But i also have this incredible anxiety. The whole idea of me showing what i do to the people seems so scary. All these ideas, expressions stay where they are. Is this healthy? Is 'showing' people healthy, if it makes m anxious?

i have this feeling nowadays that the ground on which we walk is tainted by the blood of the menstruation ejaculations of millions of women. We stamp on them like they were flies.
I thought the sky was blue. But it is red. I saw it with sunglasses.
I saw.
The grass extended like an ocean of blue into the horizon.
The sun shone on the little people playing with the orange and lemon flowers. They kissed each other. the blood of these women squirted out but failed to justify the ice cream orgy they were taking part in.
A bird flew from the sky and exploded into many lights that turned into multi coloured ash.
The women wept for joy.
Oh joy.
Oh joy. Where art the sorrow?