If I want to NULLIFY myself - CANCEL everything ugly, traumatic, fragmented, and irresolvable about my self, and negate the principle of individuation raging with in me like a killer clown from outer space screaming word salads from a bull horn atop a mountain of shit, I’ll just drop acid and have a woman sit on my face.
Not buy an AR-15 and mow down a bunch of innocent people, and then off myself suicide by cop, grand guignol style.
"In the sad town
Cold iron hands clap
The party of clowns outside
Rain falls in grey far away
Please, please, baby lemonade."
- Syd Barrett