I Dare You!

mean! Just plain vile and aggressively mean. Not one nice bone in her body and you wonder, what could have made her this way?

Trust me. It is an answer best left to be never uncovered. I like being mean. Sure, I often wonder what it would be like to be ignorant and foolish and sweet and nice. I even spend time guessing as to what I would do after choking myself with a dirty rope too! I am mean. To myself and my child and my lovers and family. No one is spared and there is glorious beauty in accepting what role and part I play in this world.

Having the logic and memory is where it is at. You can take me or throw me away and either way it won't change my kindness for others. I will minister and teach and preach and lay beside the most ignorant of souls all the while chiding myself for the needy state of affairs I led myself into. Who else does this? Seriously! I love myself and have a healthy, more than healthy sense of self but feel it necessary to constantly prostrate (not the nut sack gland-look it up!) myself for being remotely human. I have been catching myself doing this for some time and only now, upon hearing of my inhumanity, do I accept that it is okay to err once in awhile and do so at the risk of being confused as such. When I was perceived as human it was most erroneous to me to even be clumped into the faction. How mean can you get when you won't let yourself sleep for all the punishment you bring to your hat?

Hilarity and funny and seriously warped really. But I do what I can and contribute where necessary and challenge each pair of eyes and ears to either read or listen to what contributions they have provided this shared world, this shared experience. Who will tell all their tales or all their secrets? Who will piss off those they supposedly love for the sake of art? Who will come to the fire and burn themselves with labels and stand naked in front of the masses for judgment? I will. I am. I have. I shall continue to do so until there is no more mobility of mouth and fingers to spell out the story. And...even then...I can blink it to someone in Morse, can't I?~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.