Byline: Lunar Cooling
Oh, to be anxious, restless and innocent under the midnight moon. Cool shapes in outer space provide all the mystery necessary to those without want.
Sometimes you need to set off on a lunar cooling. Get your graff on and go. I know.
Acting on emotion has its own logic. Scrambling up the math keeps it locked down in craft. Science and voodoo art cast their own spells.
Trying to return to your genuine voice is as odyssean as it gets. If you're any good at all (at anything) you know you can be better. And you're not growing if you don't feel awkward.
I can't contemplate the pleasures and luxury of making a decision without having my back against a wall. Modern society doesn't let one be, it forces one's hand.
Battles being built to lose line up. Long Tails of tolerance dot the tactics but the strategy is up in the stratosphere. Some parties pledge that confrontation allows you to call winners when you're nowhere near the bullets and flames.
But then some artist from the 1980s hits you. That high dose delivered quickly that overwhelms the senses. Setting it off.
And this character creates dialogue. Thinking.
There's gotta be a better way than smoking dope out of cherry coke cans and listening to alt takes of Charlie Parker like an art student devouring Leonardo sketches. So long ago but the outline hasn't quite faded.
It's easy to come up with something like that when you decide everyone deserves to dream in dayglo colors. Or we all should be entitled to.
Populist sources say the convictions of your heart and the actual contents of your thoughts are less important in guiding your actions than the immediate context of your behavior.
I don't know what the right answer is. But I'll check Wikipedia then check back with you.
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