If Darth Vader, Kit Marlowe, Woody Allen, and somebody noble were crammed into that trans-mat thingamajig that turned Jeff Goldblum into a fly, I'm certain that the ungodly creature that emerged would most likely be something like me. My life is a never ending tug of war between the priest and the poet. The priest wants to be austere and puritanical; the poet wants to be raging mass of self-indulgence. My goal is to become rich and famous so I can do both in an odd way. Like collect a bunch of homeless people and take them all out to a fancy restaurant.
I want to become a very wealthy writer so that I can finance my goal of becoming an evil genius and killing James Bond. other than that, my purpose in life is to make people question the status quo, f**k up the mainstream, and to inevitably be destroyed by the capitalist machine.
Law courts are corrupt.
Farmers fields grow weeds instead of produce.
There are not enough food and supplies to go around.
Yet, our rulers wear expensive suits.
They adorn themselves with extravagant jewelry.
They gorge themselves with food and they drink too much wine.
They hoard supplies and wealth even though they have more than they need.
You can call it what you like, but this is no more than stealing!
Our rulers are no better than gangsters!
They're certainly not living Process (Tao). PROCESS OF POWER Chapter 53
I've noticed a disparity between "female" writers and how many hits and "reviews" they receive, and their male counterparts. But at the very least, maybe I would be helped by dumbing down my writing.
I don't mind cemeteries, but I wouldn't want to live in one. Throw my ashes in an old holler somewhere. Let me be the food for new growth. Don't make me an obligation for upkeep ever after.