Tomorrow, go Crazy.

by Samuel Proof.

Note to Self: Tomorrow, go crazy.

We have fallen into the practice of lying to ourselves. From the lie to ourselves. That is the rupture limit. This is the breaking point. The part where things, fall apart. I reek of zen, foul and bitter.

Note to Self: 'Marx is dead'

We have forgotten that the "self" is defined only by the self. This state is differently useless

don't forget that...

Don't forget "Tomorrow go crazy!"

I reek of dirty zen... and bitter taste.

Don't forget "Tomorrow. Go crazy"

I feel zen modified... and of bitter taste.

Don't forget.