So I have this addiction. I have had a few in my time but this one is probably the worst one of all. This ravenous beast is insatiable and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I try to distract myself. A stroll in the park on a fine spring day perhaps or ‘The Price of Water in Finistère’, the strange book that I read about a lady that finds contentment cultivating her garden full of plants that she has named. But nothing quite works. It’s always there. It Grows.
It reminds me of The Pink Elephant from my Cognitive Behavior Therapy Days. Try not to think of a pink elephant and the fucker is all you can think of. But like I said, I have had worse addictions. Perhaps addiction is the wrong word. I don’t really know what to call this ‘thing’. This paradox that can irk me so, yet keeps my neurotic heart beating. Is it Passion? Obsession? Desire? Or maybe just hope?
“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?” Virgina Woolf.
Virginia Knew.
I don’t know what this passion is for yet dearest Virginia. What I do know is that I will give my whole life for it. That is the way it must be. For I have no choice. I’m addicted. I need it. But more importantly… I want it. Yes it’s hard sometimes, but an easy ride is also an uneventful ride from which nothing can be learnt. So bring on the uphill struggle. Bring on The Doubt. Test me motherfucker. I am armed with my Mantra:
Lose Yourself,
Have no regret
The Dirty Disco
Will make you forget.
2010 is a good year. Can’t wait for next single. PLUS something else special coming your way in the next few weeks!
Stay Tuned my Dirty Little Fuckers!
Xxxx
אָדָם [Ad.am]K
It reminds me of The Pink Elephant from my Cognitive Behavior Therapy Days. Try not to think of a pink elephant and the fucker is all you can think of. But like I said, I have had worse addictions. Perhaps addiction is the wrong word. I don’t really know what to call this ‘thing’. This paradox that can irk me so, yet keeps my neurotic heart beating. Is it Passion? Obsession? Desire? Or maybe just hope?
“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?” Virgina Woolf.
Virginia Knew.
I don’t know what this passion is for yet dearest Virginia. What I do know is that I will give my whole life for it. That is the way it must be. For I have no choice. I’m addicted. I need it. But more importantly… I want it. Yes it’s hard sometimes, but an easy ride is also an uneventful ride from which nothing can be learnt. So bring on the uphill struggle. Bring on The Doubt. Test me motherfucker. I am armed with my Mantra:
Lose Yourself,
Have no regret
The Dirty Disco
Will make you forget.
2010 is a good year. Can’t wait for next single. PLUS something else special coming your way in the next few weeks!
Stay Tuned my Dirty Little Fuckers!
Xxxx
אָדָם [Ad.am]K
