One crazy fucker on another
I've been reading about William Blake again
Blake saw arch-angels and demons and God outside his bedroom window
And then he wrote the most amazing words about them.
I think he was probably crazy. Wigged out on the noodle crazy. Though I suppose it's possible that arch-angels and demons float around our streets and we're just too self-involved to notice them. But I doubt it. He was likely just crazy.
If Blake was alive today we would pop him full of pills and sit him down on a leather lazy boy and get him fixed by some introspective gentleman with a few years of schooling.
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And then Blake would stop seeing arch-angels and demons. He would probably get work in a little cubicle with blank, pastel walls and fake marble drawers and spend his days crafting emails to vendors and customers.
Because that's real you see. Vendors and customers are real. Arch-angels and demons are just plain ridiculous.
Yup, that Blake was a crazy fucker.
