frequently you come across a persona so grand that it stops you dead in your tracks and gives you cause for concern. Then there are days when you don't want to tumble out of bed despite how good the coffee aroma be and the smell of bacon burning is. You just can't seem to get motivated because your dreams served a better purpose than your reality. Having a line between these two is useful. Creating one is a trick.
My dreams are beyond surreal. I spend most days with a head full of imagination and I like to let my mind take a course of its own. I don't direct it but life does, and I make no apologies for the cesspools it happens upon as they give little breaks to the gaiety of the whole film. Like a reel it spins and unfolds and I watch mesmerized as every chapter is more devastating than the next. No one person has ever fully been able to accept all the information contained there, and it doesn't surprise me as it has been difficult for me, the author, to hold it all in. It is macabre and gory and taboo. Now it is in paper and it even scares the shit out of me. By paper I mean in print and out there, exposed and naked for the world to see my twisted grey matter and judge it, good or bad.
I am fearful but with a spine of steel because I am proud of what I have done. If they don't like it but it draws them in and they can't take their eyes from it like they're gawking at a horrible accident, then so be it. If it stimulates them but confuses them because it disgusts them at the same time, so be it. If this is the only way to right the wrongs and correct some lies in historical events and feel like I have accomplished something great, beyond great...then so be it. Judge it, judge me, judge yourselves.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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