I translate memory into language and store them in stories. I believe too much of what I tell myself to be free and too little of what I am told to be respectable. I fluctuate with drastic anarchy and return to some temporary equilibrium. Technically I'm always me but I don't know who that is when I'm not at home and my home can change from day to day.
I am surrounded by a beauty I cannot possess so I eat stolen food because when it's in my stomach it's mine. I want to kick the habit of disempowerment but I'm paranoid I'll offend the state. Prohibition signs scare me more than anthills or strangers.
I want to receive the human glory of every beautiful man I meet but to receive one must first ask. Only the vast ocean is big enough to receive the expanse of my love.
I choose not to limit my imagination with boundaries nor my life by imagination. The best things happen to those who are ignorant. I breathe myself into existence; I breathe myself into intense presence; I try to breathe in unison with my lover.
I am free to run but must dodge the psychopathy of uniforms. I bleed only when it is necessary to rupture my aura with the mini-death of healing or pain. I am a hyper-dimensional psychic entity and must eat a lot to sustain my social normality. I reluctantly explain and justify my presence and observe my form become syntax; this disturbs a part of myself I cannot attribute linguistically and therefore does not exist.
Theoretically much of my behaviour is illegal, but no one arrests me.
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