I am here, and I am not a freak.
I a man, trapped inside the body of a piece of cheese, that is now looking to the forum of the world, to be the place where I reveal.
Do not think of me as a freak, think of me as an eccentric.
A man, who has been blessed to be educated by life, hiding rolls of scripts from a conformity that blessed me with some kind of personae gratis.
Thank you for the stories, but the record has spun and the needle will lift aff the track like the mad anarchy of the beating minds that focus on nothing but Calvin Harris. The lights splashing the delight of the moment, fascinating the mind with the Kreskinesque pinnacles of wonder. The excitement of childhood, and youth.
Plugged in, and living through the umbilical chord fed directly into the mind.
This is not some rogue termination, or a battle of epic proportions that involve good and evil. Right and wrong, or young and old.
This is the life of a man that is crying out for some of the world to allow him to express what is required, to just be. To just abide, to just live in the moment and experience the wonder of the things that you can not change.
Always, fascinated by the ability to have that which is forbidden. Just out of reach, the desire to reach for the ball as it rolls, not because you must have it, but because you need it. From the moment you say it, there was something fascinating about it. Something innate and internal that is can not be described.
Bodies moving and crammed, thoughts that dance to the beat of the heart that allows the chasm to be crossed in matrix defined sequences leading you on the journey of the mind.
Hypnotized by life.
Not on the grand scale, but by the individual moments.
In that moment, realizing what the essence of how you are and what you are, is what you want to do, at that moment. At the moment when you are going to save the world tonight, and bring it back to life. We are going to save the world tonight. Rinse, rage, and repeat. Jump, jump up motherfucker.
This is your life.
Do you feel the drop coming? Do you realize the elusive feeling you seek after it in life has nothing to do with the pure ecstasy that you will experience when the next note comes and the next light flashes.
It feels good, but what is happening is not what you are in, unless it remains relative to the overall look and interest in what you want to accomplish in life. How you want to actually achieve the greater set of interests in your life.
It is not the days and months spent in front of the lights and the words, for the sake of being accepted by others – is it? This is what you seek, to be “known” as the cool one walking down the hall, so you will conform with the cerebral fashion and interests of those that claim you can not like that kind of music. You are too wise, you are too old, you are too straight, you are – what? You?
No, I am me, and like you I stand here declaring it. The purposes however will be different, period. We may both be doing this for “ourselves” and so we stand on the same alter of abide, and smile.
The wise ones, have the smile in their eyes and in their hearts also. Not because the gowns and the intention are the same, but because they are so beautiful in their differences. Each strand of the robe different than the next, and in each moment, moving, creating a new mathematical DNA of the circumstance that is our life, and this, this is beautiful thing.
So I smile, and know – no matter where you are, and what you do, and in fact, even what you have done, still makes you beautiful I will embrace the differenc, and acknowledge that even in my need to ensure I am never in that state of hatred and disgust that the lowest of the low may be in, I will learn from them, as I have from my hardships. From my life.
A wild one, and ride that I swear, on all that is holy, and to the best of my ability, will be reflected in ways and with wide-eyed wonder that will bring the drop, and I know the notes are coming, and I will embrace them whatever they may be.
For I am here, and I am real.
I am not a freak, I am not an asshole or an evil person.
But I will defend my brine, as I defend my mind, and stand happily in front of any judge.
In my robe, smiling throughout.
Never thought you would picture a piece of feta smiling.
Standing in front of you, as a man.
Smiling, and abiding.
In your mind, and in your thoughts, because I have only written, and what I will write is the vision you see in your own mind.