Celebrity
The system of trickle downs has tickled me, it lasts as part of the air, where I wonder what it is like to be something that you know everyone wants to be. I want to know the secret. Sometimes I feel alone in that feeling and I can hear it talking to me as I watch, stare, at the television. It's smiling at me and listening to me and hearing me and showing me the way. I feel like I have this secret obsession and its funny to me that I would admit to a sexual addiction for admitting this sort of an obsession. But shame in admittance means nothing to me anyway, I suppose you would just have to ask. But no one asks, ever. Life is better that way. Things like that could easily be called meaningless, if not evil, and a sick desire for someone who seeks the truth in life, because pop culture is a lie, oh what a fun lie it must be. Like most folks that perhaps share my sorts of belief system, celebrity is a foolish system, a hierarchy that must not be looked up to. I just enjoy seeing the beauty in it. Some people are just jealous. Hurt because they see how great life can be. I don't know if life is great in that way. There's a lot of thinking involved. My beautiful blue and red ponderance. The seduction of becoming rich and famous, oh what an evil discord...a premonition of universal wonder...an example of the possibilities of everything...I am not fooled...I am patient...to seek to walk through the door to lights and sounds and experiences not many will get to savor, the nectar of the God's of Hollywood, the pages fucked between magazines and I smile as I notice the breathing headlines and the citizens that lovingly question them. Oh life, you have given us such a dream.