Copyright Charlie Smith
July 5 2013
I don’t want anything.
I can’t get enough of what I don’t want.
I want what I don’t want.
I talk about creative indifference and am utterly incapable of it.
My best friends can neither say no nor yes.
I write a lot about mental conditions.
I used to be attracted to women.
Now, I only love the present moment whatever the hell that is.
This all leaves me precisely nowhere not wanting to be somewhere.
Perfect.