Primal...

"I can't take my eyes off you"

What does he want when all sense is gone?

He wants nothing more than just to feel...to bring pleasure outside of himself.  That is memorable.  That is lasting.  The night he was afforded the privilege of placing his face between the stems of existence...and allowed them to bleed.  Allowing them to become a crystalized version of what is most pure.  Those tears of ecstasy so rare.  Tears only the extraordinary can summon.  No ordinary man can make them last.  No ordinary man can become a fantasy.  It makes him eternal.  It makes him beyond real outside his universe. 

The slave, the servant...allows him to become the master of the moment...

Madness...

What is this thing called madness?

It is actually a state of being.  Between the plain of man and the ethereal.  The place where you no longer know what is real and react to all.  I am at that place but I know better.  I can detail what is true and what isn't...all based on what I call "spiritual sense".

On one side, I see a beautiful world without care and consequence.  On the other...I see a world that is cruel and punishing.  Which one corresponds to me?  I really don't know yet but I will allow them to play themselves out.  Who I am lays squarely between the two know that all my faces carry regret.  Every one of them has a price to pay...and pay them gladly, I will.  The one that remains is seldom ever the one you "create"...because in the very end the one you are endures...

I will endure no matter what.  Attend yourself to the song I chose in madness...yes, I am beautiful...

My Job...

"I run away from you

Into your dream I lose the one

That I was in when you told me

That I could never meet my friends

Again"