i am so far from perfect.
it makes me smile so big in real life.
i think this bothers people.
but in their heads, everything has a reason. everything has some ulterior motive, some deeper, darker and definitely more intelligent purpose or illustration. i read today that lewis carrol meant for alice in wonderland to reflect upon the realm of quantum physics--where insanity is rule and reason cannot make sense or even be called reasonable. expect the unexpected, and you can count on everything making sense once you've lost your mind. captain ahab was a saint driven by a demonic heart; obsession with killing all so evil and vulgar in the world that he'd baptize a hand-forged harpoon in blood and pray with satanic forces to give him the strength to stand for god. and his first mate was the pied piper that corrupted a crew of naive, innocent men. too righteous to kill a man that led them into hell. and citizen kane? rosebud. rosebud was all the giant knew, all the mountain-of-a-man could connect any meaning to or hold near to his heart. rosebud was the single thing in his life that held his heart, the love and compassion of a man more grand than the world itself. in the end, rosebud was the scraps of wood that lost it's meaning with the death of an emotive black hole. rosebud became the tinder for a funeral pire that no one would attend a viewing for. i hope someone got his inheritance. just for the fun of it.
and me?
i'm only skin deep.
dig as you may--
there's not reason behind my actions or my words.
(most of the time.)
don't hold it against me if i throw my dirty fingers into a plate of green lime jell-o. just because i want to feel it squish in the places in between.
i liked lewis carrol.
in an world of insanity,
the sane man will be lost
while the lunatic reins king.
