The texture of commitment hasn’t been a grandiose cinematic score. Daily, it feels more like a Bach Suite -- sweet, rhythmic, flowing, precise, simple.
Even now, when I’m broke, stuck, depressed, I still manage to hold my head up high, thoroughly maintaining my hard-earned level of resistance. This dark pervert part in me has the lead, still. It is crazy, mad, irresponsible, but so fucking strong and powerful; it’s holding the reins of my life ...