1000 yards

I don't sleep more than a few hours a night anymore. I can't, it's like there's this intense manic drive behind me no matter how exhausted I get I can't make myself sleep. Someone must have put some shark DNA into me when I wasn't looking or something.
Insomnia leads to strange revelations, like the fact that I can't stand a word that I'm writing right now but I'm going to keep writing because eventually I have to write something that I'm happy with...
Blogging is just a journal that everyone gets to read. An invitation to voyeurism.
There's no such thing as a sentence fragment, they are the solid state of thoughts when transcribed. It's physics not grammar.
I'm the only one in my immediate family that can't play the piano which may explain the odd fondness that I have for piano music. It has to be punchy though, not so much the Kate Bush for me thanks.
Like any music for me there has to be kinesis, an undertow, something that puts a hook in your guts, plants the seed that germinates into full-voiced yells when you see them play it. Head back, eyes closed, the drinks you've had becoming a conduit to the energy stored inside every body in the room, a furnace within you shaping that energy into the heat in your lungs that pushes its way out of your throat at full volume, unashamed and ecstatic. Ignore the looks from the scenesters and be-seen-sters, they don't matter. It's a culture war between those who see music because it's a thing to do and those who make music because it's what they are.
As I'm writing this I'm listening to a song that a friend told me is about fucking on acid. I don't know if it's true or not but thinking that's what the song is about gives it a cool shade of meaning.
...Nothing stands against the ocean.
Nothing. All I can think of is the grey green waves, their onrushing fronts glassy. Untold tons of force driving them to shore, the pulse and blood of the planet. The direct line to the rest of the universe, tides pulled by the moon that's pulled by the earth in turn pulled by the sun who is pulled around a spiral arm of a galaxy pulled around untold millions of other stars and galxies.
Whew.
I'm pretty much out of (semi)coherent thought for the time being.
Later kids.