Hi.
MySpace is a place where many people are allowed to be themselves, and share their most intimate natures without the fear of slight and rejection tossed daily toward us all in the short, short span of our lives. For this, MySpace should be commended, though it has become (inevitably, i suppose) a rather murky pool where commercialism (and hate and fear) have seeped in through the cracks, saturating the good and natural with the slick, metallic sheen of cowardice, industry and compromise.
early this morning (around 3am...unable to sleep again) i was surfing, of course, and out pops from my bean like a pin-tailed parrot finch the sudden feeling of contentment, that all is right, all is good...the suffering of the world was cleansed for this one short, quick span of time, and i exited this experience renewed, buffed and shiny for the new day ahead.
after this brief moment of reprise, i went to bed and fell straight to sleep.
this is not to say i became apathetic to the multifarious human ills we have currently existing on this planet...not to say i sacrificed a conscience for a good night sleep. it was only a brief moment of peace within myself, and as even the coldest, most heartless bastard knows, true peace begins from within, and spreads outward from the radiance of a truly peaceful being.
to share this moment, at the risk of turning something pure and useful into a thing futile and tasteless, i posted this personal sentiment of peace as a bulletin here, not really expecting anybody to respond since this was 3am, remember, and it was to be that and all and over with.
but there was a response, very encouraging...yet with a sadness attached to it, to know that there are other souls surfing the net in isolation at this hour...yet comforting at least to know when peace and love are shared, even between two strangers and through a medium as tainted as MySpace, both love and peace are recognized still as worthy emotions, and shared back together in spades.
soon after this peaceful and loving call in response, there was another call for nakedness as a demonstration of the pureness of the message...something like John's and Yoko's "Two Virgins" album cover. now, given MySpace and what it is and aspires to become, this sort of response could very easily be taken in disgust. after all, what is MySpace for most but a sort of blood-red scarlet veil, an ethereal canvas stretched to illustrate in secrecy one's most depraved and soul-sick insides, the workings of a hateful and conspiring mind? already there are countless profiles which exploit the human form (outside and in) without any shame or respite. truly, the time and energy which must go into some sick assholes' profiles is astounding, and i'm helpless to wonder what better use the powers of the imagination has inside itself, to share and ease the pain of mankind, rather than seeming to wish to only hasten the oncoming of its spiritual demise.
but it was soon evident to me the call for nakedness was/is a noble one. and anyway, if there is to already exist in abundance the fleshy overtones of the human form among the infinite pages of the MySpace spiderweb, why not have these fleshy tones speak of love and peace, and overshadow the sickly message that human nakedness is best when turned into money, instead of toward its destiny, toward the here and now....toward the divine?
believe this, people. if you believe anything, believe this....
- MySkin for Peace
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THIS GOES OUT TO EVERYONE!
I LOVE YOU!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!
XXXXX-SPOOKS
NOW, YOU GOTTA GET NAKED (AS MUCH AS THE MYSPACE WILL ALLOW, AND REPOST!)
THEM'S THE RULES!
IT'S A LOVE CHAIN.
A NAKED ONE
LIKE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN!
