Arranging my book as chaotically, spastically as I can. That’s Aestheticism, true Humanness, beauty. Going to turn off the movie, in minute, so I can pair these sentences with wine lounge beats, or other genres. Just needing lyrics right now. Not in the mood for wine, 2nite. Only yearning for progress, forwards. To a true Equilibrium.
I may not notice certain tendencies in my Self, as they are what comprise the Self. I’m not looking for them, as they are already present, in motion. So I have no apologies for such habits, mannerisms, even, and especially, if they offend people. And if I don’t fit into places and situations that have a problem with my center, then I truly don’t belong there. No apologies, ever.