Up to to this incarnation, I have always feigned an inability to perform mundane tasks, masquerading as some kind of savant artist. This self defeating laziness and entitlement is the complete opposite of how I feel today.

I believed there was a certain romanticism and elevation attached to this consciousness. Now,my velvet sleeves are rolled up. My tool belt strapped on. I am in the trenches. A worker working for rhythm and peace… what a liberating feeling.

“Stand for something or fall over,” cried revolutionaries throughout history. DIY is emblazoned across my soul… autonomy is freedom.

The game is rigged, like some diabolical third-world election. I want no part of it..!!!

Much love to the brave iconoclasts and lovers of hard work and self confidence. I’m with you.

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