third and finally, what do I care about? what impetus beneath the impetus is raking me through the coals this time? is wasting a fistful of perfectly good surprise noodles a worthwhile bargain? ask better questions? I think I make myself upset sometimes with regards to the ways I cannot help myself, to the ways I cannot clue anyone into what or where the gravity well is, like man just, fucking follow the fucking finish crumbs yourself they're right fucking there... anyway something something art and something to do with not communicating your message effectively, pain in the ass how I break my back baking all the details I can into a single loaf, THIS is the gravity well by the way, I de-abstracted it and now it's right there in front of you, just accept it as is already;
my mistake was not back-bending hard enough, not reaching high enough, normalizing all my vectors like crossing Ts, that shit just gets me acute t-bones as the communiqee mistakes my angle, let me never be clear again, my error of bread was to scatter palatable crumbs for the birds, while I ramble my bespoke equations in their vicinity imagining they understand jack anything of this algebra, my advice is not for people, much less the damn birds, so let them pick what they will without cheap and insecure lures, I'd rather leave a trail for my self later;
code switching is my leverage, the advantage I forget to press, as much as I know how this works and pull it off I still do not take things far enough, if I'm going to be direct I must be direct, concrete is concrete, vague is vague, spy is spy, and so on, it's like my old mixes all over again, consistently failing the test of contrast when in contrast with all other works, gray is for babies, it's black or it's white, or it's black and it's white, or it's fucking nothing, on/on on/off on/NULL off/off off/NULL NULL/NULL, that's the whole manual right there, all the building blocks you'll ever need;