Graphic by Rachelle Toarmino
Mean dreams mean everything. Vibes rule. The American way of life involves vibes. Hot vibes serve freaks well. So much adventure comes from the love of vibes. Golden worlds exist once that peace is embraced. Love desires a lot. Deep in their homes love grows. From such far off distances punk rules. Detachment reigns supreme with such intense sound. Wanting to prove so much, loud music, noisy music becomes nearly meditative. The surrender is comforting. By removing fear everything else becomes way easier. Entire lifetimes consist of huge durations spent in the fantasy realm. Royalty understands it well. Kings and stars, both remain completely unknowable in their most private moments.
Chic can’t be private however. Fashion, taste, etc. these require an audience. Without an audience how does anybody know if they are cool enough. Others provide that valuable validation. Art desires an audience. Spaces are set aside for that speak of chic, the hip ways that spend their days out in large air-conditioned rooms waiting for visitors, never going out. Evils lose their minds in such colorful universes, the way the colors come together in the right way. Incurable with their temperaments, there is nothing to sleep through in a museum of art. Much of it poses a rich history, a lifetime spent curating appreciation.
Parties devote to parties. Such things are feedback loops. The vertical movement of a party results in rising the roof, hence the common phrase. A great party hums along, akin to a science discovering new undiscovered frequencies. Memories of the newly discovered worlds possess a sense of drama, the decision to have an emotional connection with the new can be challenging. Hurrying things along that way seems opportunistic. Not everybody should follow their responsibility to their inner selves, rather those old selves should pass away for a better self.
Killers kill the self first. If they stop there they are being true. Anybody else and it becomes illegal. Power comes from the destruction of the self, and it happens about every seven years to everybody. Basic attrition, people watch their secrets lose value with every passing year. Reset buttons have to be pressed every seven years as the body loosens up for another round. People do not realize exactly what has happened in the past seven years, only years later will it become apparent. To make others afraid for one’s own enjoyment is the definition of being a bully.