03-09-2021, 06:20 AM
It's good that you replied. Because I was about ready to continue on, despite silence.
I'm that way.
I was going to say about the excitement of your music, for you, and for others, and the dynamic.
How you want it to be roundabout the same.
But now I'll, go and say something else, about something Fate has laid on me, in THE world, this one. And come and engage with you.
If the world allows it, fore I get back.
I think, or rather feel, that mental illness, as portrayed in culture, is very Romantic. I think, and, know, that socially, it's rather scary, and then painful. I stick with the Romance of it, and, for me, the beauty of it. I don't think I'm crazy. But my whole life, people have told me I'm crazy. And they keep doing it.
And I was angry for a long time. I was also ashamed. : I can't help it.
Now, I have no anger, no resentment, no sense of a need for revenge or instruction. I love being treated badly. It makes me feel like a professional wrestling heel. I'm The Phantom of the Opera who never breaks kayfabe. Even when I seem to be. For all you musicians.
I might die tomorrow. Good.
Good.
I don't want respect. I'm irreverent. It would be hypocritical for me to want to be respected myself. And if I ever mess up, I have a shrine in my room dedicated to the god Hypocrite, who blesses me every time I fuck it all up.
I'm not denigrating your problems, and your sufferings. I'm making use of them, in the way we all, sometimes want to be useful.
And I'm saying that your art, your music, to me in my crazy Romantic existence, is more glorious to me than your well-being. Which isn't to say that your well-being isn't more valuable than your worth. I'm saying we all die and suffer, and our worth is a gloriousness we're merely toying with here.
And being a heel, I have no responsibility whatsoever. You, as a face, or hero, or whatever you are, have only to join me, or ignore me, or kick my pathetic ass.
I'm that way.
I was going to say about the excitement of your music, for you, and for others, and the dynamic.
How you want it to be roundabout the same.
But now I'll, go and say something else, about something Fate has laid on me, in THE world, this one. And come and engage with you.
If the world allows it, fore I get back.
I think, or rather feel, that mental illness, as portrayed in culture, is very Romantic. I think, and, know, that socially, it's rather scary, and then painful. I stick with the Romance of it, and, for me, the beauty of it. I don't think I'm crazy. But my whole life, people have told me I'm crazy. And they keep doing it.
And I was angry for a long time. I was also ashamed. : I can't help it.
Now, I have no anger, no resentment, no sense of a need for revenge or instruction. I love being treated badly. It makes me feel like a professional wrestling heel. I'm The Phantom of the Opera who never breaks kayfabe. Even when I seem to be. For all you musicians.
I might die tomorrow. Good.
Good.
I don't want respect. I'm irreverent. It would be hypocritical for me to want to be respected myself. And if I ever mess up, I have a shrine in my room dedicated to the god Hypocrite, who blesses me every time I fuck it all up.
I'm not denigrating your problems, and your sufferings. I'm making use of them, in the way we all, sometimes want to be useful.
And I'm saying that your art, your music, to me in my crazy Romantic existence, is more glorious to me than your well-being. Which isn't to say that your well-being isn't more valuable than your worth. I'm saying we all die and suffer, and our worth is a gloriousness we're merely toying with here.
And being a heel, I have no responsibility whatsoever. You, as a face, or hero, or whatever you are, have only to join me, or ignore me, or kick my pathetic ass.