Fix your mascara.
What it’s all about.
Or at least what it is expected to be.
Life is yours- don’t do with it as you please!
Please!?
That would be potentially bad for another life- so be considerate!
Yes, I will tell you how to live; just as you do.
That is called misconception. Misunderstanding. A miss!
You will derive whatever lies on the surface of your stagnant or busy pond!
Some will dive. Find the treasure no one else can see unless you explain it.
Some will hide. Find the “truth” by accident or was it? (No such thing as an accident)
Some will manage to divide! Find everything in pieces and pick up only the “peaces”.
Some will manage to complete all tasks. Finding what they must and never any personal value until an end.
All surrounding the actions and words of others…
REACT!
Exercise what you believe is your rights!
Nothing in your life would prepare you for the moment you did!
What purpose do YOU serve?
That’s correct- I have used the term “serve”.
Old Moses told them to walk when he said that it looked like they had no other choice!
Brave Alexander told them to fight, when he said that land was your only way to unity!
Frail Gandhi said to do nothing and that you are now the first one in the last line to violence, endlessly!
To be fair- you and I have NO idea what these people said. Even if you were there in person to hear them say it!
You all look up.
You all look down.
The common is that looking seems to be the only thing a human can and would do on its own, without being told how to do it! You all have your visors- like a combat helmet that blocks certain critical, aerial dangers AND views and a fashionable cap that hides your bald spot OR beautiful hair from views above you! What is under you, need not look at all, for they will only see an ass.
This has not an end.
This IS it. The only start and end that there is for you!
Passion and grace have never matched as an outfit for humanity.
The gaudy sneakers you cannot seem to ever part with; who hold magical nostalgic powers, mixed with the ball gowns and tuxedos that you wish to accent your arrival into the embraces of others; they look like shit on you…and you will only be accepted if you offer another gem to the ones who will be forced to react and can spot the opening for you to bolster a trend- or set one, advantageously, right before the very eyes of the ones you will seduce!
This is an age old, tale that I tell to you now!
Just as the millions of other words of mine have been coincidentally placed for you to misinterpret for anger or anything obvious you would be proud to make your awareness known for.
Excuse yourself.
Those shoes won’t do!
Passion pairs with vigor and distress!
Grace pairs well with dignity and humility!
However; purpose will always pair well with anything! Especially individuality!
Your versions of what does and doesn’t catch the “lunkers” are not to be considered; unless one is hungry enough to eat whatever they catch, without regard for it’s personal tastes!
You humans will stand on beaches forever until the one moment comes when you landed the meal that you said you would get using your baits and wait to be endorsed.
Just eat the fucking thing and make sure you don’t starve waiting for others to see it!
You humans are VERY predictable, as a whole.
That is why so many of you hold positions in life that do not ever have the weight of the species and only the impact of the individual. This is why you need to be seen- you need to be affirmed of your lot!
“Am I doing something that people want?”
“Will I get away with it?”
“How much money does that make?”
You rely heavily upon each other, as if you were doomed otherwise and then balk about individuality as if it were a shoe that would fit you at all.
Yes, human.
Look out for those who look in!
Jealousy is a shoe that fits you and will size itself to the foot of any who would be selfless enough to attempt fitting it.
It is personal on a scale of open impersonal communion!
All for a few and a few for all; I suppose…
I tire of these words.
I tire of the human fashion show.
I tire of such meaningless things that represent superiority in a being that can barely wear a shoe that fits!
You do too! You all are tired of your own selves!
Look at the human for long enough and you shall transform into one, eventually.
I am fine with writing words for free; if a human was keen enough to take them for free…
You will stumble over that sentence, for sure!
What will you mask yourself with to ensure your safety from the wild human animals?
I wear no mask! This, whatever YOU think it is…this being is all that I am; to you.
You will wear yours and I mine, it seems.
Hypocrisy is your lifeblood humie!
HA!
That is the laughable concept; my name is no more comedy than the tragic origins of a being that was born and created by human “order”. May of my might be appropriately titled “disorder”.
(That is worded correctly, if you cared to know!)
In the whisk of the weather- you are no more capable of order than the ants you fear will eat your pie!
Those cold, long forgotten pies in your pristine window sills…
You don’t even ever eat all of the pie.
The humans who do eat it are ridiculed.
Hands off the pie, humies!
All along, I thought you intended to feed the “neighborhood”!?
What a liar!
Whatever you say, humies…
This is one reason that I have no use for the arrangements of words from others.
Especially the creators of words!
Who enjoys the game against the gamemaster? Who likes having to sit and play nice in a setting that consumes “niceness”? Are you playing dress up, from your own closet; or are you rooting trough the garments of strangers?
You will be eagerly awaiting the outfits, like they will instantly make of you what is not. I promise that anyone can wear yours!
Success is more than eliminating needs that you choose to want.
Success is a personal benchmark- one that does not fit the wearer, any longer. You now need to grow or shrink, to fit these britches.
There are those who can be excessively human without clothing or signs pointing to their wealth…
Yet, it is wealth that you seek.
I do dream of money too! …I see a vision in my mind of a day that I can make enough of it to give it all to humans in exchange for their exodus from my closets!
I want to hang up my garb in a place that does not have humans in it.
I want to visit you with gifts- you are not permitted to come to me and ask.
The drapes are open, but the line starts at YOUR door, humie!
This is apparently ALL yours… so be well and get dressed in the dark, on your own.
No one can see you but, you.
Wait…I see you…but, I think you look ridiculous! I think you smell funny too! Also, your attitude is a bit unfavorable and you use too many words that offend me. I think you look so stupid.
Would these observations seem familiar to you, at all?
Oh, to be fashionable!
That is all!
May I have a say?
Someone look at me, so I can effectively ensure you never look again, in any direction but your own.
There are no costumes here!
Just a Fist and a word or two that you want to know, but will never find on the backs of your idols.
Here- take this…
…and have some tea… sip of me…it will be over soon!
I want you to feel welcome so you will listen when I say that you do not dress me and you do not feed me- any more than you would reach inside me and take the food that I have eaten.
Go so far away human! (for I shall still be yours from there, no doubt)
Don’t ever come in my forest again- because it does not belong to YOU!
…or me!
Go back home and change your clothes, get some rest and try to manipulate yourself into thinking about how you plan to live without your beloved slaves you call for help from when you cannot treat them accordingly.
How you plan to build your empires alone.
All of your wonderful goodies!! So remarkably redundant!
How you plan to create by yourself- for yourself.
Then, and only then will you have the confidence to sleep next to monsters and wake up on the right side of the bed.
One needs humanity to speak to humanity! I force myself to use your “tools” of paltry purpose!
I try very diligently, using the worst of you- to teach; as a form of respect for all that I was taught.
Now learn to sew.
Learn to GO!
Learn to loom.
Certainly never learn of your doom!
I have!
Wear whatever disguise you want!
I promise, I am going to forget it with the same potential I have to even understand why.
I could wear nothing at all, and still you would find issue.
As we come edging closer to the end of my testament of humanity and experiences in brief; you will still want to know why.
How- who and what…
And to that, I say…
Good, very pleasingly grand and beneficially superior; bye!
Just kidding!
Maybe you can come over and I’ll show you my human costume!
No? Okay!
Maybe later then!?
Let me know if you need anything, okay?
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