Locks of Love and Rage

The discarding of emotion to achieve the objectivity that is so craved now-a-days. We can't get involved or we won't see clearly. We need to remove our humanity in order to find what is really art, or whatever. Insert whatever you will here. We need to feel the pain. We need to face the fear. We can't forget ourselves. I can't leave that behind. I want to cry when I look at a painting. I want to feel pain. Real pain. The kind of pain that makes you spit. I want to feel it. I can't leave all that behind. I love blood in my mouth. Blood on the ground. Mine. Yours. Ours. As long as it flows.

You should try it sometime. Scourge yourself. You will feel more alive than ever. People now don't know what pain is. They don't what real pain is. The have lost the joys of solitude. The feeling of looking up with nothing around you. This is all lost on people. Find it for yourself. You will know when it hits you.

Keep your eyes up.