Within the shadows lie perfect synchronicity. The timing is perfect. The writing’s on the walls and it screams out in an alto tone, “Revolution! Revolution!” The drums are beating in a fury in the distance. Can you hear them? Can you hear them past your own thoughts whirling and churling in your brain box? Me, me, me! You, you, you! Art is love and love is art, but when all the jugulars of all the creative are punctured with unforgiving teeth, who will stand ready to pool the red love up in their hands and save the last drop?
My mind, my words, my rules, no rules, my time. I will not bow down to the status quo and tiptoe through a field of daisies with pretty, pretty words for pretty, pretty toys. I will not cater to egos that beg for stroking, fondling and spooning, like a thirsty whore with a jones for the dark side. The truth is mine and it’s vicious and it’s unforgiving. Can you dance with the devil and continue to lead?
