Minneapolis, MN – Friday, January 3, 2003

Words, Miles Davis, Henry Miller, Anais Nin swirling through my mind.
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Man wants to suck everything out of the earth and shit it out, black and destroyed.
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Everything costs something.  I’m fucking given a bill the moment I get out of bed, then another the moment I get out of the shower, and yet another right when I sit down to eat breakfast.  I can’t find a time when I’m not given a bill.  I walk outside, and a man stands on the street corner waiting to give me a bill.  Eventually they will discover an entrance into my head and bill me for my thoughts and dreams.  The bill man and the tax man.  The first lesson that a child should be taught is that living is expensive!  The minute the child leaves the womb they are given a bill.  Stop!  No creation without paying the piper.  There’s even a bill for the act of creating.  Don’t pay your bills!

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