Daniel

I've got the time. I got the hours. I got the days. I got the weeks. -------------------------- I am here.For now.I am a loner.A freak among freaks.And not in a ‘hip’ way.Not the freak that hangs out with a large crowd of other freaks and non-conformists that conform to the same tribal piercings, tattoos, beliefs/tastes and fashion codes.I am the one in the corner of the room. Quiet. Watching. Pretending not to notice your staring.I am against your religion.I am paranoid. Which doesn’t mean that you’re not out to get me. You know that you are. It’s so obvious. Don’t bother confirming or denying.That’d make you a liar on top of being a co-conspirator.You’ve been reading my mind for over a year now. Close proximity. Optic funtions. Mediation teevee show for your scornful entertainment.I am hateful. Vengeful. Wrathful. And I have a tendency to hold a grudge.I don’t forget things. Not ever.I am intuitive.I can understand your motives even when you cannot.I do not understand you. I watch you. I can anticipate your movements. I can interpret your script.I hate you. I hate your race. I hate your gender. I hate your genitals. Because I know you never use them out of love.I do not believe in black magick. I do not believe in white magick. A gun is neither good nor evil. Nor is a man. Nor is a mountain. Nor is a q-tip.I am stupid enough to tell you.I am a drug addict. I am pure. Cyanide gas pollutants clear my mind. Hydroflourocarbonated pepsic water flavoring. You are all sick. To death.I am not the type of person your mother warned you about. She never saw me coming. None of you did.I am keen on Frank Sinatra.I am hated. Some will argue that it’s probably my own fault.I am not one to argue. I would much rather believe you wrong and agree with you at the same time.I played guitar for six years. I am not a musician.I have been called a teacher.I find the concept of a teacher/student relationship to be abhorrent. To elevate oneself to a plateau above another based solely on marginal experience and differing reality tunnel reminds me of my father.Glenn Gould refused to play for audiences simply because he no longer wanted to appear as an icon to be worshipped rather than as a co-participant in the event.I have learned more from people I disagree with than I have learned form people I hated.I hate all of you.I am quiet when I am in a crowd. I am quiet in an empty room. I won’t shut up after a few cups of coffee.I say too much.I trust too easily. I give books away to people I want to like me.I am dumb enough to tell someone like you this.I like to fall in love.I hate all of you.I am not a fan of cashews.I can watch movies twenty-four hours a day. I don’t mind if I watch them alone.I am here to tell you that you should never talk during a movie. Not even during the opening credits. I don’t care what you have to say.I am the one who watches and sees the same thing repeated over and over again. Different faces. Different clothes. Different music. Different philosophy. Different race. Same script. Same predictable outcomes. Sameness. Over. And. Over. Again.I am here. For now.I should never have come to this place. Not you nor I nor those other Me’s.I hate all of you. And. I. So. Much.Want to leave."Baby, won't you change your mind?"