Dear Humanity,
Fuck all ya’ll.
Love,
Precarious Birch
You want a martini with me? Get in line! I love you!
Where you at? Where you at? Right. “Words and deeds are quite indifferent modes of the divine energy. Words are also actions, and actions are a kind of words.” Sing! Dance-Action!! Sing! The poet who stands and raps over beats in Concord and beyond at the time of magic ponds dropped beats on bros who lived on Beacon Hill. Man, you got to act so tough. And you are tough. Be bang to be a great cartoonist.
Emerson’s always walking around (Concord, Cambridge, beyond) talking with people. Investigating their minds, their Positions. Posing things of people. A minister without a flock. Then you ain’t need the other attachments or responsibilities. Part hermit, part dinner party guest. Throw it.