I am so disheartened with people these days. I was born into the wrong time and place- wrong dimensions or fell into disenchantment from some different view . The technology that is bringing us together is also taking away our ability to be civil to one another! It gives people the feeling of the Gods and that can be a dangerous power to weld because it is not what they want to be or who they are in real life! Online truth is not a popular concept as it is too raw and open of a thing for most to accept! People too often assume others are lying because they themselves do not want to revel their dark secrets and peccadilloes! People and their online personas are so used to their shadow playing them on the stage called the computer screen! Man, talk about breaking the Fourth Wall ! Personally, I am so relieved and glad I do not feel the need to play that game, even if I need you more than you will ever know.
I did once, "belong" because I was TOLD to put on a show, hide this and that that made me different, TOO different to fit into their needs of normal and complacent. I stop belonging to elite rich folks clubs. I hated pretending to hate others that I found alive, interesting, decadent and doing their own thing! I would go and talk to the help at the "elite clubs" because I did not feel I could relate to the lies, deceit and racial, sexual and monetary things the family told me I HAD to say and feel around our "family friends." Those groups, I had to leave that awful soul eating dirtiness that it is and how it can mentally and emotionally kill and drain a person. Those people craved it, adore it like accolades from the priest, crave it like an addict craves a bindle, a dime bag! It's all fake and illusion by the best and brightest FX movie team.Nothing more. Do you hear me? WHY do you want it? I saw a deeper "meaning" of skies of pink and swirled with cotton candy clouds, wind in my hair and dilated pupils looking at a summer sky, tongue out trying to catch multi-colored raindrops. Tasting of the sea before time begin, deep fissions and fractals ! I NEEDED it.
Strangest thing in it all is that I became the teller of truth, too much I suppose for most people's comfort level. My good buddies told me not to take that road and I did anyway. They bade me not to do it as it would be used against me! They said, "People will use your unique individuality against you and if you do NOT conform to their norms, they will make excuses in their heads, even ones full of nonsense and ill will logic, for reasons that they are better than you and need to down you. K~, be with US. Don't share that sacredness as they do not care." They, they...they...tears
Damn, my friends were right! Why is there always a modicum of truth in THEY? I meet people online and they are usually normal... and I love all their perfections and flaws--HUMAN, and they show me openly. In the beginning, they are OK with who you are, as a person, a weirdo, lover, angry, funny. They are almost willing to show you their true face---almost! Some see that you are just another finding their way in the shadow and dust of the slow burn and slur of life's test. Than something happens and all changes. They seem to take on a false sense of self, they feel they are given some false idea of who they are or could be. CHOICES! I believe they feel something, an Undercurrent is reeling them in, having them choose. CHOOSE now or forever be what you despise or fear! This is when I sigh heavy and see THAT pattern start to creep in so insidious and scary--they work hard to fit in, to kowtow, to become one fractured piece of the puzzle that fits perfectly for others.
I am often left on the sidelines watching--the freak, HER, Persona non gratis. They think they must choose between things and that is one of the biggest lies yet to be broken! IT is fractured and I stay fractal, never giving into the "tease and stomp" of the group cadence! I might be broken but the pattern of broken is more in tune with humanistic thought than fixed in this instance! I sign and wonder why I want to stay comfortably numb!
I have watched some excellent and creative folks turn into hungry Net--"pyres" that become great non-people and lose that spark, their life force because they need that "fit in" hit. They walk to the need--and--want solder step using those--those they think they can be the nastiest to without the group coming down on them or joining into the really dysfunctional slam feast! They down others for the things they themselves do DAILY! It is a bizarre ritual to watch for sure! They become so fearful of making mistakes, being seen as an "outsider" and not following the step---left-left-left-right-left-- of said group. I could not make it. Failed in that.
In a way, it's rather frightening to watch them as if they are connected by vibrations and an urgency from the Queen Bee, her scent on the wind (or on the motherboard/ Inter webs) telling them to make sure she is protected and in doing so she will do for them, all others marked, shunned, excluded! It is like the ability to be "invisible" has given them a super power of their own, and you know how those work if you turn them on for self gain and hurting people! These are usually awesome people that are just falling victim like we all to the computer age!
My truth, you ask? It may not be what you want to hear. I do not march to the 9-5 work day that most do. I do not even have to work at all--ever! Hey, not so great if you only knew the price that is more than any money I could enjoy. The pay-off is great. So be it. I could no longer function with the hate , derision, needy wanna be's and trying to be "well and happy" in a world that does not have a place for ME. I can't be a target for someone needing to feel "cool and popular" anymore. It would never happen in real life...ever! Christ I have done the unspeakable and am capable of it I am sure to this day. That is another "truth" you may not want to believe. This is A truth I do not want to come to terms with!
I know now my time is better spent looking for the Gods and their songs, worldly pleasures of touch, smell, taste, in my friend's opium den. It's like I feel at home there! I sit and."... take my fingertips on a trip of [HIS] body, with nothin' other than my lips to guide me..."-- kinda like Steve Carlson sings of in I'll Remember You. It's who I am. It makes me crazy! Goma is better than the rude awakening of a blade in the back only to turn around and see YOU only did it for mindless self perpetuation or a " Hey, that be EPIC women, and you're the best" yelled out as an EPIC WIN to some one I don't even know........ while I bleed out with tears and life prana!
That pipe (and it is looking really good about now) and the curling smoke can make the ceiling disappear and the music makes all the sense that it never did. It can make tears turn spiritual and sex is of the realm of the Gods. Opium is a better and understanding companion than the most understanding buddy. It does not ask me to believe the group, even though it does lie a bit! It remembers me and gives me more remembrance of that awesome past just behind my minds eye and body memory (so good) that any discussion, talk or good cry can! I remember! I have to.
I have listened to all your truths but now, at this time and place, my truth can't be their truth of need and seek. I want for so little in this material world and in that, I am blessed. That may not be one truth you wanted to hear or believe. It still changes nothing. I can't be with you guys and I can't be what you need me to be ( what is that?) I know I do not need YOU to be ME but I need to BE just the same...just be (so high and in that haze of feeling) More truth I guess?
I have not been able to do that since I stopped with the debutante life, the exile by the people because I wanted the alter of a man (and got it) with the wine and sacrament of delicious surrender to a poppy plant that has taken me HOME since I was 9 years old! I do what I do for folks because I love to see that expression on their faces, not to be apart of a thing or group I do not even understand. I can't, again, hurt another to gain a number on a list or an admirer and it saddens me that we are willing to become "numbers" in some bizarre search for self through digital and electronic bits and bites! I fall back to yen-she, my lover /friend/ companion.
Skee can be a friend and it expects nothing! IT is sacred and given by the Gods and Goddess's. Not many of my friends are sacred in their deeds, not as a herald summoning me to a truer discussion than any human could give. I know who I am without proving my sickness to another's ego trip. The opium is always there and never judges how weird you are or what reference you make (become a joke) It takes you into a trance , a beauty so deep I can't imagine being without it anymore.
THAT IS JUST MY TRUTH. It makes the touch more electric and the breath more ecstatic, the sound and tactile more sensual. Damn, I can't even tell you how stretched out, one head laying on another stomach, hands threading through hair and fingers electric on skin, and so on , smiling faces and love radiating from everyone ...feels. A sweet aroma flooding the sense and memories hit you before you can draw on the pipe! Being in that cloud is not the worst place to be.
I know it is not what you might see as your truth but can you sit at deaths door and not want to see beauty if all others give you is their back because they have some warped idea of who you are? (cousin lover, weirdo, crazy, bitch ) I need to settle into oneness and alone in heart and mind, exclusionary bliss. That's just A truth and so be it. THIS might not be YOUR truth but it is mine---for now, an escape maybe you'll say, but it is just another road to walk...er...float on and write about.
It is another venture of the soul in a world of people I am saddened by, lost faith in and am too different from. It makes me neither better nor worse as you, reader, as you are neither better nor worse but just DIFFERENT from me. Can't we learn what it means to be different and at least celebrate it once in a while?
Until that time, I will sit in that den with that long pipe like I have since before I was a teen and lick my wounds that Western Society can't seem to find a cure for and the hide from the people that only smell the blood and go for the kill. I wait.....wait...
PS--I do not condone this style of life for most people but, having been in it since age 9 really (maybe earlier ) it is one of my mainstays and I see it as a spiritual way and means. It is also the way I learned and you may have a different route to take in your life so follow your heart and not anyone else's! This is to NO ONE particle but just ramblings of mine so do not take PERSONAL offense!
