A journal entry written by Lee Sonogan
Amid migrations towards my event horizon, any radiation generated can never escape beyond it. Saying what is previous meant to be doing right now needs space. Time away from this incubator of souls and dreams. The never stopping backburner. Let us say I am working on something even more impressive than semantic or pragmatic apparatus. The more spontaneous variety I produce, the more confusing the real calling in my bones gets neglected.
Always offering more than I can chew, the subtle nature of writing and language needs exploration. A technical plus spiritual journey is essential to allow this a standard I am willing to produce. Seek the 3, 4 and 5-dimensional advice that I shared amongst all of you lot. My notebook will fill with a playground of inspiration, pre-ready to kick some ass and take some names.
Better stop the public process right now before coming overwhelmed again because I am too honest to risk it for the biscuit once more. Mere words can not describe the experience I intend to offer as I don’t even though at least 50% yet until it is practicable beyond these fingertips. With this delightful mystery and determination, the buds of this cider down my throat conclude with these lyrics. What is love? oh baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, No more.
I will return on the 4th of August!