I like creativity

My good friend John wrote this on my facebook, and I appreciated it for its sheer beauty.

"Sonya J (last name), we need to talk some time when I am not under the influence of alcohol or sleep or caffeine or time or stress or pressure or freedom or love. I feel all of those things at the moment, so I have gagged myself with these constraints. Craziness and dreamtime-sleep-stupor rule a world of chaos, and town is nothing but pacman for grown-up-children with the sleep pattern of a stoned owl. Pluralise everything, I want to add s's to every word but will resisit while I can.
How pretentious I am to even express my free-thought makes me hate this for its existence."

I have already half-analysed this like it is a poem. The juxtaposition of pressure and freedom.. The pressure of freedom.. yes..I love thinking.


Chelsea Hotel no. 2 - Leonard Cohen. Listening to this song reminds me of John also, 'cause sometime in the middle of the night we were posting back and forth and then I heard Leonard Cohen sing about getting head on an unmade bed and it became hilarious in my tiredness which I shared with him. It's funny how songs are moments.


I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."