Touring again in 2010

Hiding in the mainstream, guessing that there’s no demand for originals. Knowing that creativity is my only exit and the outer layer of anything my foremost focal point. That sputtering thoughts and rapid minds trigger me and that cotton balls most likely were invented in hell. Discharged or discharging, its all the same, unless there’s a turn, a imminent reversal, a covertly operated master plan behind it all. I had the ball in my hand or maybe it was cotton. I’ll never know unless I get this show on the road – again.