One of my best hair days on record. This does not change the fact that a daze has set in. A powerful daze. And inside this daze I think of the space that is my place in the universe. 50% of my being came to fruition this day in the late 1940s. My realization of existing in a vacuum of tubes and hair gel generates activity. Pointless activity. Leading me is a mental picture of independence. For a long time I thought it made sense. Then i realized the importance of appearance. So today I will dance with hope and hairspray. I will drive with gas and dermis.
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