A bit odd I be.

I could not care what you think of my hair, lets be honest about this, first it is mine next is it the fact I learned my hair care procedures from my dog? Shake it and go? Why yes it works for me.

What else would you assume about me?

Next I assume would be my clothing, raggedy at best, but I again I did not ware them for you, for me they a comfortable.

Do you assume of me?

Could it be because I play music, that assume that makes me unusual, or could it be a picture will come to be, thus giving me a status less than the?

Alas I am as eccentric as an artist can be.

Why is it I ask?

Why is it I ask???!!!  Why is it that when I state to a follow eccentric person in the community “I have seen the police, drive through.”, they look at me pause then state “not to worry I am clean.”

Do they not wonder about the kids as do I? or is it they assume from looks alone my state of mind?

Could it be my approach or maybe it is my hair but to assume my state of mind by looks?

No Wonder, I would prefer to be a recluse.

A judgment not sought, has not for reward.

Are our kids safe?

What God didn’t do.

God didn’t call me up this morning and say “ Chas I am going on Vacation and I am leaving you in charge.”

I will spend my day wondering why.

A voice is not enough

One person’s voice is loud.

One person’s belief is thunderous.

Let not you actions speak the least.

Addressed or undressed

I have to address this yet again.

A model is defined as a person who is looking too gain financially from their looks alone.  This takes a special type of person.  Be they male or female.  Being a model is a job.  A model is so focused on their looks they believe they should be paid for their looks.

I want you to think about that for a moment there should be a long pause here.

What a model is not, they are not just looking for pictures.  They want something and that should be evident.  They should manipulate like no others, they can sell better than the used car salesman.  That manipulation should go down all the way to the way they dress up, the way they talk, the way they act.  They should be so willing to change every situation into a way to make them look good.  For looking good and is what they get paid for.  That’s not conceit, that’s a attitude positive, dramatic, and willing to make themselves look good.

A musician is a person defined to gain financially from their works alone. This is a person devoted to that like a model to looks.

An Actor/Actress is defined by their last reading and the last time they were the complete focus of everyone’s attention.

A Photographer by that last frame.

A Director by that last film.

A Talent Scout by their last find.

All of these are a focus of a career, and are respected as such. However the fact remains that very very few of any of these career paths choice end in success. The big reason for that is it is about demand. That income is based on other people enjoying your commodity. That means that commodity needs to be going somewhere. Clue here for everyone Facebook or a website is not a destination.

If you don’t have that type of dedication or if you're modest, shy, afraid of a little attention, or worried about what your Mom, Dad, Boyfriend or Girlfriend might think, or your just looking for facebook updates then I think you may have chosen the wrong type of work, you have selected the wrong person to work with you, so don't waste my time.

Warning I have little use for an excuse. Alas I like the commodity I produce.

I can not blame the wine for what I said, I gave the wine permission to loosen my tongue.

The delusion of ego: “the absolute denial of shit". Ego functions by excluding from view everything that humans find difficult with which to come to terms, offering instead a sanitized view of the world, in which "all answers are given in advance and preclude any questions".

A proclamation means your shit filter is broken.

I offer no excuse, in my haze of intoxicated bliss, you have to do something to be something. What exactly do you do besides sanitize your view.

You

You,

I have a clear expectation of you, that you be better, a better person, a better friend, a better you. Everything I talk about is about becoming that, Alas (regrettably) better than I. That you never have to walk the roads I have once traveled.

That is my penance of life.

A Morning

Quandary

Why is it when I awake my day begins with many, many questions to ponder. The one’s at first are the ones that have true significance for the day.

First I must decide weather or not to open my eyes, thus changing the images of my dreams, to the bitter reality of a day. This is not an easily made decision based on my many days of history verse the wonderful colors and feelings of my dreams.

Once done many things have changed, either the dreams now disturbed by the passing thought of awaking, or how my awareness of those many days of histories, as my body goes from a delightful prone position, to the elevated truth of setting.

Alas it is that gravity that demon of time, settles many of the next most pressing questions, Is this real being primary among them. Alas it is as my life blood settles into the standard thump of my heart. It is gravity again that concludes another significant reality, how much I drank last night, which is also presented in a way so visual, a light blur and slight tip to the room.

A fleeting thought crosses my awareness, just where would I be in that dream?

I adjust myself to the day at task, first by paying the taxes of yesterday, do I owe an amends, me being me, that list seems long for a single day, and hey to my own wonder there is my own little name, yes I have to amend at least once for that dream.

Thus it is, I begin the long process to stand, my thinking here is without guilt this ability should be easier, well except for that dream. Oh but this leads to many, many more questions, the first being should I open the other eye?

Oh the appeal of dreams, they are the only place where I do nothing wrong.

Words

Words spoken when one can ignore them, truly must mean less.

Words like deeds have a value once repeated.