I had to deal with the most simple of medical "nothing" today. But it upset me that I should ever have to deal with any of it. I really don't care for the human condition. I really don't care for The Humans, as a general rule.
I thought, on the way the doctor, about one
of my favorite songs THE JUDAS ENGINE ever wrote––I thought about my
lyrics. And then I thought about a situation I'm currently in regarding
the city of L.A., which is draining me. And all I could think of,
suddenly, were some of my best words––my most powerful––something I've
told the world countless times before, but at that moment I had to
remember them for myself: "I'll laugh while you die, I'm not cut out
with scissors, I ain't no paper doll, I am a wall."
My own words gave me strength. Enjoy the song: https://soundcloud.com/christopher-alan-broadst…/i-am-a-wall