I have regrown my beard.
This is mostly out of laziness to shave; I forgot why I even started. I wrote some music the other day I don’t know who its for. It has no words, but has a melody. I usually get around to filling those in much later anyways. I started shaving to fit into a standard of society that now reveals itself to be irrelevant. I started playing music out of envy. I like to think I’m not envious of anyone anymore, I really think so. I often feel a desire to be in a different position, just not someone else’s position. I feel a desire to spit out representations and have them outlast my body. I feel a desire to drink tea. I am most productive in the middle of the night.
Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
