Sing your song, for I am the one who is all ears, waiting. Make it strange and loud and make it so unique the world stops to notice. Spin and let the sound fall out of you. Project it, strangle it, choke it out of you if you must. Conjure it, excavate it, claim it!
Fill your belly with fire and spit the smoke and ash, let us read the proclamations hidden in the flames. Let us read our future in the ashes. I will mix them with blood to paint my face for battle.
Believe your eyes, but know that they can only see so much. Some of it, you will find inside of you already. Your passion, your fear, your ache…these are the cornerstones of your crumbling facade.
Punch the air! Strike a chord! Fuck you and fuck the horse you rode in on.
Bang the gong!
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