I cannot understand people who don’t listen to music. Sometimes I tend to flap my feathers off the edge of their respect – and slowly I murmur bad things about them.. in my head. But, I think, ‘we all get it in the end’, so I don’t mind their existence; their loss anyways. So here it goes. No one is special, because we are all different, but I’ve been having these confrontational vibes with the cult-of-norm.. have you heard of them? Well, everyone rubs groins with that at least once in a lifetime.. and they seem to have an awkward attraction towards me. Ok, I’m attractive, but still – case not so closed, you see.. “like oh-ma-gad! You’re abnormal.” is not something nice to say/hear. Ok – so I’m basing this post to that. Wuhu- hang on there soldiers.
When you say something is something, you miss out on everything else that it is – a lot of somethings that would or would not have made sense. Now, I don’t know if I got the message through, but that’s not very out of the ordinary.
So now I’m going to pull off a Chinx, and quote myself –
“…He told me that he was polysexual. I didn’t understand. For some reason, it was important for him that I would understand. He needed someone to talk to. He wanted to talk to me. He wanted to make love to me. He told me he was polysexual, I didn’t understand, but I believed him.
He came closer to her, with his fingers, grabbed the tip of her nose, where it sank into her forehead, and lightly, but with a tight grip, moved her closer towards him. He kissed her eyes. Left eye first. Then he looked at me,..”
-Conversations With Your Naked (unfinished, yes … I know-)
Now, I don’t know if I got the message through, again, but that’s not very out of the ordinary. But do you get my point? Now really, do you?