Friday, January 7, 2011
Kindred Spirits in an Alien Nation
Sometimes, once in a great while, the energy that comprises me seeks out and is aligned with energy from outside of me.
Words are superfluous.
Maybe through shaving my head I hope to accomplish some sort of anonymity, some sort of escape from what others generally perceive me as. To start anew. To be born again.
Those on my wavelength with persist; those who clash with me will disappear from my immediate train of thought, and I from theirs.
I belong to an Alien Nation.