fisher king's wasteland

last night you left us and as with everything you did so kindly and gently and with good grace soon your ashes will be scattered on the shores that we called home to be lifted on a sea breeze to settle softly on the mountaintop forming another layer of our history that we will look to for inspiration this mourning i remember with a heart filled with love with joyful laughter and sad fondness this mourning i know that everything i ever knew about you will never change everything i ever felt and loved about you will never change everything i ever learned from you will never change this mourning i pick and choose my memories that will become my monument to you your ashes will be scattered on the shores that we called home while your essence crystallizes in the oceans of my soul you will be rewarded you will be happy you will be at peace you will receive your long over-dues and you will watch over me just like you always do

[ performance ] this is the dawning of the age of the amateurs, age of the amateurs... if i can write then i can be published if i can speak or sing you'll let me stomp on all your stages art forms are now platforms so if i can draw, my designs might bring delight through all the ages in my movies i can direct, act, edit and upload each scene so no producer can keep me waiting on tables, keep my career locked in to their geographic stables locked up by labels fueling fickle "you'll make it!" fables i'm untouchable to the brick and mortar gatekeepers no more need i heed the signs that say: "abandon all hope, ye who enter here" because the concept of "here" is primitive barbaric outdated, outmoded and the time for our independence is at hand it arrived just as mining bitcoins overtook second-hand-life's linden dollars as the loco-profit-motive being panned i can market myself build my own brand flying spaghetti mon