Jordan Castro - Head cold blues lyrics

i feel unable to produce anything besides snot i keep thinking about my ‘input : output' ratio my head feels like the exoskeleton of a beetle or something can anybody tell me an efficient way to give more than i take? i want to have an enormous garden with radishes and cucumbers and zucchini and yellow squash and red peppers and green peppers and soy beans i can't stop wondering if the word spelled c-h-i-t-i-n is pronounced “chai-tin” or “shi-tin” i want to dismantle every oppressive ideology inside of me and replace it with nothing i feel like this cold is preventing me from thinking any ‘complex depressing thoughts' about dietary habits or something, like – the dominance sustained by humans over other animals ‘stems from' the same hierarchical tendencies as racism, s**ism, and all other forms of inequality that capitalism superimposes on us, and is overall, ‘harmful to humanity' by perpetuating a ‘might makes right' mentality, an unsustainable lifestyle, and ‘just' ‘douchey ethics' ‘in general'. or something, and this feels good in my heart tonight, i wanted to see you, but my physical state demanded that i rest tonight, i will eat ‘mint marble' soy ice cream with organic dark chocolate chips and sprinkles and hershey's chocolate syrup, and i will feel bad for not sharing this with anyone and the fact that this will happen, to me, speaks wonders about being, and meaning, and life, and existence or something like, all you have to do is care and the rest is soon to follow like, theory into action into theory, etc...