#saxandviolins
Sax and Violins
by the Talking Heads
Lyrics by David Byrne
Falling, falling, gonna drop like a stone
I'm falling through the atmosphere on a warm afternoon
Lovers discover that everyone dies
So, don't tell me, please hold me
It's a dangerous life
There's every chance I could be wrong, that's not quite the point. Nor is it, necessarily, part of the problem. Perception, or, more specifically that which is suggested by obversion as probability, is, just that. After ALL there is little room left in my imagination to be terrorized by the possibilities of what could be––true horror lies in those explanations which seem to affirm the grimmest of––what is.
Daddy dear, let's get outta here, I'm scared
Ten o'clock, nightmare in New York
It's weird
I've always known what mental illness looked like––you may recall I mentioned ‘snake handlers’ in my #OQQ Protocol a few posts back, they were a very real thing––so much so, violence and aggression offset with a self-proclaimed, self-righteous immunity from ALL threats of introspection was the only price of admission necessary to be a 'Godly' adult in my world.
If you're looking for trouble
Well, that's what you will find
Mom and Pop they will fuck you up
For sure love so deep kills you in your sleep
It's true
My own personal psychosis, however, did not grip me until gifted with some dark psychic abnormality two weeks shy of my 51st birthday––after being debilitated by a dad dose on a hook-up. Today, still most troubling are lingering questions of inconsistencies arising from an everyday unintentional hyper-vigilance. Such observations are skewed, seemingly misplaced, out of order, too fantastic to exist, yet seeming, as the case may be, always ALL too real.
Love will keep us together and love keeps us alive
We are criminals that never broke no law
ALL we needed was a net to break our fall
Inconsistencies are my truths–––is this vice or virtue–––or two-half's of the same coin? Wanton lust, simply cravings of a carnivorous sobriety? Complexity embracing conformity–––a determined responsibility–––unwavering pride, introspection–––self-discovery purpose, and yes, indulgence––in weakness, a frailty of creation–––never externalized in confrontation, yet contextualized, continuously, forever in contradiction–––these are my apprehensions, my truths.
We're searching for diamondsThey're grabbin'at strawSex n sin Sax n violinsIt's Hell
(To be continued...)
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