As Long As We Prioritize Material Truths

I Thought I Was Promiscuous, But It Turns Out I Was Just Thorough.

I Think, You're Not Blagging Me On This Ridiculous Journey, With This Bit Of Paper. I Think If You Want To Change Things, It's Not With An X On A Piece Of Paper, It's With An X On Someone's Forehead.

If Anybody Needs Any Help With Anything, I'm Prepared To Help.

I Think That There Is An Infinite Creative Force That Generates All Consciousness And All Matter And We Are All Connected And If You Align Yourself With This Infinite Creative Force Then You Can Be Positive And You Can Be Beautiful, I Don't Think Its A Person Or God, I Don't Believe In Any Particular Doctrine Or Dogma, Only That Humanity Is Connected.

From Quite Early On, I Had This Idea Of Compartmentalized Identities - 'this Is How You Are When You Are With Your Mum, And This Is How You Are When You Are With Your Dad' - So It Seemed Like I Could Never Absolutely Be Myself. And The Image Of Myself As Compromised And Inconsistent Made Me Want To Withdraw From The World Even Further. I Had A Sense Of Formulating A Paper-mache Version Of Myself To Send Out In The World, While I Sat Controlling It Remotely From Some Smug Suburban Barracks.