NTZ's blog: "A Return Of Thought"

As I, travel in my aura. Nora, explorer of what is myself. The little me that discovers the cover for all to see is different from the soul that's rarely felt. They all fear what they hear without getting to know. Manson. Anti-social superstar, they boycott my show. Growth on hold like the hairs retreating behind the fore. Head, above the clouds yet grounded beneath the toes. So before a word is spoken they already on know like Marty Mcfly, back from the future. Observer of what's to come. You people showing dumb. Writing scripts to what is me like prepared stories of reality tele-V. But i'm above the influence, major anti-druggie. Refusal to befriend those who impatient to get to know me. I'm far above the clouds like Zeus above you kings. Mount Olympus to any little castle you want to dream. My life force may bleed oddity yet the odds that is me living pass 23 was slim and grim. Film of my death envisioned in the mind of the teen who had no future because a life was never seen. Books was false hope. Television was the tease. Stories told mouth the mouth seemed to travel like disease. Carrier of the virus, placed on quarantine. It's hard to be confident strolling on the scene when people don't want anything with you, they downing on who you be. You're nothing of what they're use to so they keep distance from thee. No phone begin to ring, no texts scrolling on the screen. So you're use to being alone like two digits before number three. Lonely number. Better yet even one before he. Nothing. This is just something that is blurted out of me. I'm toothpaste in that tube, got myself on squeeze. I be...