Wake up and dream you wasting fuck. You capitulate visions of supreme joy before you have them. You resign to a living death sentenced by circumstance. Dream, you dumb fuck, and don't doubt yourself. None will see what you see, and if you are too afraid to want something you'll be in fine company. Except you loathe them, you can't stand to see the breeders and the entitled colonists, the blind and happy haters, the cluckers, the tsk tsk tskers.
You've dreamt big before and by the mercy of god and your sheer pure innocent need you have found love in life. You've trapsed borders and been honest to lovers. You've gained friends and cherished strangers. Go, and go now or you will find no reason to live this life. It's never been for you.
Get your shit together and make your music. It started before at Action Discount and it can go again. You are a blessed and loved child of an enormous and powerful universe. Don't stop until you can reste easy.
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