So at last I have found my place and setting,
and place-setting, and relationships and mentors, and those people who’re my real betters.
I have developed the skill to assess with responsibility who is
right for me and who, in equal measure, is utterly wrong: utterly as in uttering, and sputtering, and spitting;
utterly as in prick on high; utterly as in dick writ large; utterly as in sick quite wicked:
wicked as in evil not cool, my friends.
Never cool at all.
And the life I had lived between two pitiful stools, both shit-ridden and three-legged –
as words do bear my
witness so clear and bright and light in their
late ascent –
is now, complete, come to an end: for finally do I take sides in this war; this war for ideas; this war of people thinking.
So in your hands you hold, finally quite bold, this ultimate declaration of principle:
always in peace, always reserved, always booking flight on planes of fabulously evidenced
But never easily bought nor ever freely sold; never left that cold to the suffering of
Never living a life without questioning life.
For these are my principles, and this path now my fight: the wonder of seeing and thinking the unthinkable
now quite my ontological position – in (weird)
order (maybe) that, one
day, we do manage to invent