Stravinsky once composed a tune purposely so difficult to play simply to get his rocks off watching violinists struggle to play it. In my life, the equivalent has to be the splooging on a slice of pizza dedicated to Diane who dissed us. And what's the most ridiculous thing in your resume? How about paying to watch H. Divine do talcum powder effluvial bursts and ping pong ball projections from her ho-hah. Why mention this? It's an infusion of self-help seeking after praying to get it right again in the midst of confusion. Here goes:

I'm back in the game, fearless is my name, and here's what's on my imagined business card.
What is the meaning of life? And what are the essential elements?
Poignant - does anyone give a shit?
Expression - keep working on it, bucko
Terror - boyhood panic attacks
Embellishment - you did what to her? Seriously?
Regrets - it would take a NY phone book-size notebook to list them all.

OK, another captured exercise from midnight ceiling staring. Throw away, hodge-podge, but still, reference material for posterity.