Drawings by Ian Pyper
Title: André Breton

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California

A new type of restless

Whereas I normally lay

awake for hours

Yet sleep like a stone

Here sleep comes quickly

Yet asleep I am restless

The movement never stops

I wake constantly

My conscious mind at rest

My subconscious has stirred

There is much to be done

Too far is farther than YOU want to go.

Too far is not universal.

Too far has no standard.

You can travel as far as you want,

See as much as you want,

Hear as much as you want,

Feel as much as you want.

If it is not something you want to be a part of,

It is not TOO FAR;

It is TOO FAR FOR YOU.

If you are not involved,

Your opinion is void.

You can never go too far,

Until you personally go beyond your comfort zone,

In a way in which you not only regret,

But causes Irreversible damage.

Discomfort is not going too far.

Shocking is not going too far.

Disturbing is not going too far.

Unless the ripple of its’ effect carries you off,

Far, far away,

To a place you did not want to go,

And from which you can never return.

Bukowski Poem, read by Tom Waits

Let the rain wash away all of my sins

Let it rinse me clean of all I have been

Let it whisk me far, far away from here

To a place where I can think clear

I am only a cast trapped in a mold

A mold built upon a world all my own

Protecting me and shaping me each day

Now I am ready to be set free

Please let this rain soak deep into my mold

Let it erode this prison made my home

Let the rain crack apart this brittle shell

Leave me naked with my principles

Let the rain wash away all of my sins

Let it rinse me clean of all I have been

I never act with malicious intent

Forgive these deeds that keep me unkempt

I’m as ready as I will ever be

To face this life, step towards my destiny

Not born as a phoenix from its ashes

But born from this life, a new person

-The Rooftop Philosopher

(an attempt to recreate the words I spoke heading to my exam)

I am not the tree, said the tumbleweed

I need to be free, said the tumbleweed.

I need to be me, said the tumbleweed.

I am not a tree!

I like to roll around, said the tumbleweed

I like to be a clown, said the tumbleweed

I like to explore, said the tumbleweed,

I can not sit still!