Follow the yellow brick road
And fuck Dorothy in the Silver City
She likes it rough, I’ve heard
Kinky girl – or so the Tin Man says
Why is it that the ones who are most willing to actually live are so often the least respected by society? Be passionate about life and some regard you as insane, others regard you as deviant. Let yourself get lost in desire and chaos and joy and everything that makes you human and you become a fucking outcast. Your peers understand and love you for it, but in all you are still a disliked minority. Is society afraid of what we have discovered? Does the general public fear the true intensity with which some of us are willing to live? Write a manifesto and you’re a freak. Publish honest poetry and you’re undermining family values. Give a shit about something and you’re obviously obsessed, and of course obsession is without fail always a bad thing.
How did it get this way? If I am ridiculed and disparaged in life, at least I know that I will experience a thousand times more joy and life than all but a handful of others who are in on the secret.
