I am a Knight.
I am a Revoluntionary, a Dreamer,
An AntiHero and a Visionary. I'm that Romantic Enigma
That creeps around in your head, whispering things that he knows are true.
I'm everything you wish you weren't and everything you wish you could be. I am your BURNING
PASSION,
Your Shame ,
Your Purest Love and your UGLIEST Enemy. I'm Grotesque. I'm Lovely.
I am the Wicked Beauty that Damns your soul and never lets it go.
I'm your Unattained Joy. I am your Agonized Grief.
I can be your Self Loathing too, if you let me. I don't care what you want. Your needs are everything in the world to me.
I am a Murderer. I am a Saint. I'm an Angelic DEMON and a Demonic ANGEL.
I am your Lies, whether to yourself or others, it makes no difference to me. I am Deception. I am Smoke and Shadows that you'll never understand.
I am your Ambition that I will make you pay for. I am all the Ghosts that haunt you, and all the Songs that inspire you. YOU WILL NEVER BE RID OF ME. EVER.
I am Destruction and Creation. I am Greed and a Sin.
I am an Entire Universe of Possibilities.
I am the Masque you'll never see behind.
I am an Actor.
I realized something this morning when I woke up. I "schmuzzed" (pronounced sha-MOOZ-duh) for a while, like I normally do. Meaning that I woke up around five and layed there in bed, listening to the radio while I passed slowly in and out of conciousness. It's a blissful expirience, and something that I quite enjoy doing. At about six o' clock, I was hit with an epiphany: sleep is like steak. Not some pansy cube steak like you get at Macey's for three bucks. Not some out-of-the-freezer and onto your plate steak like you get at Sizzler's. I'm talking about that thick, fat steak your wife buys you on your last day of a too-hard job that you did the best you could with. She knows damn well that you worked your ass off, and heads the the butcher to pick up that beautiful steak you've been craving since you first tasted food. Your retirement steak. Your paycheck steak. Your gold watch steak.
It's something to be savored and cherished. Every bite brings life back into you, the life that your otherwise thankless job sucked away life a big grey vacuum cleaner that's too loud. You don't inhale this steak. You take your time with it. It's everything you thought it would be and more, so why rush it? It's a beautiful thing. Savor. Enjoy. Schmuzz. Taste it?
That's what sleep is like. Yeah.
I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant:
T.G.
I'm sitting in my second period photography class with not a whole lot to do because, believe it or not, I'm actually caught up with everything. This tri things are gonna be different, I'll tell ya.
Walk down the right back alley in Sin City, and you can find anything.
In other news, we had Drama Region comp the other day, and I performed a monologue from Romulus Linney's Savonarola as the Priest Savonarola. It's an extremely powerful sermon in which he condemns his city for being sinful and explains exactly why they are going to be destroyed. It gave the judges chills. I ended up recieving straight superiors for my monologue and a Best Actor award for our one-act that we performed a couple weeks earlier. Pretty groovy, you ask me. Pretty groovy indeed. I go to state April 8th, where I will not only perform the Savonarola monologue, but two other contrasting monologues as well for a sort of audition session of sorts. I'm pretty jazzed about it, as you might imagine...
Anyway, class is about to end, so thanks for reading, whoever you are. Have a groovy day.
I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant:
T.G.
