normality and it's many shapes

Restless. There is nobody throwing jobs or projects at me. I am even sick of my own music. In need of a muse. An amusing muse... with quirks, who is not particularly repulsing to look at, who makes me laugh (but not at him inside my head). Maybe what I'm actually searching for I haven't yet articulated because I want it so much I've been pushing it away for years and denying it. The fact is though that STABILITY has found me. Yes, and I think I like it...

In fact, I think I have decided to become completely normal. I went into the gap today to see if I could buy some "blend into society" clothes. (Adbusters tucked under my arm) The only problem is that I have a strong adversity to all this wannabe 80's stuff coming back. It's all crap. Guess I'll have to hit the mall. Or just keep wearing all the same hand-me-down-had-for-years stuff. I'm ok with being just about as normal as it gets.