Begin with bullshit, and slowly let the ride begin as it twirls and whirls and flips over, with a sudden tenacity that only that one high guy could understand because "he has it like that". And all your friends will spin in circles as they dizzily try to unhinge your technique, unearth your purpose and expose the pure silliness that you so hastily slapped onto the page. It looks nice and messy, so why organize it with neat black and white lines so that everyone can grab on and begin to just let the currents take them in a way like mindless leeches. Purify your mind before doing this because if one decides to trek into the boundaries that is "the bottom of the barrel" with their soul scarred or unready, they will find themselves in a place familiar, but dark, belonging, but horrible. It is within these juxtapositions I ask you, yes you, spit out onto the paper and let your voice be heard. Free your mind in an exercise of stupidity and for god sakes, let the gospel be heard from the tip of your tongue.
