My new haircut is atop my head. Just one step to acceptance that my head is decaying. I have an aching wrist, knee and shoulder, in short I am getting old. 36?? Old?? Maybe not old...but tell my limbs that. At least playing the new Beastie Boys album in some ways makes me feel young.
I needed a pint just now to balance my mind. I had just just explained to you now in blog form the reason but then I deleted it by mistake. Now the moments passed. 

Watching a documentary about the making Primal Scream's Screamadelica, it reminded me that I am here, in my current surroundings, to be creative, to expelling demons through art. Words, paint or pen. 
But as it goes, at this moment, a pint to settle my feelings has decended  into  the forth pint and a disco for one. I still like to party in my own way.
Later...moved onto Polyphonic Spree now just to take the edge off. The music wraps it's arms around me and whispers "it's all going to be ok". 
This rebirth makes me not recognise myself. I am scared from time to time that people around me are watching me slowly spin out of orbit whilst I think I have found some enlightened path. For Gods sake please help me if you see my doom approaching. 

Infact no, I reclaim authority. And I tell you that even if it seems wrong I tell you this...thou shall think for yourselves. 
Be who you are. 
Accept the skin you're in. 
Fuck em all for not being like you.