Thursday, September 9, 2010

Tséonóom-aesee'e...

Rearrange the sane to become strange.
What you create- it 'is' what it is, and what it 'isn't' doesn't matter.
Illustrate through the subconscious.
The manifestation of thought, at that particular moment.
The fingerprint in youth, the fingerprint in adulthood; they are the same but found in different places.
Shed your skin and morph, shed your skin and grow tall son.
Take off your shirt and paint a landscape on your chest.
Smile Buddha on my belly.
What it means to be a man, is not what it used to be.
Take dreams and create a montage, create a dynastic union with the things you love,
create a life in a life not lived.
Sew your lips and speak with your mind and your hands.
Speak through music while your ears work.
Pretend you have the ears of a silver fox in golden fields, jumping sapphire streams.
Breathe ink like it was fire, and spray the walls with your thoughts.
Paint the haters with the anger, paint your lovers with the desire, paint the world with the 'Fuck You' it deserves, and then carve your name beside something ancient.
Stare at the sun and through it.
Burn a trail through the stars with your stare.
Show your little cousin the things she'll soon learn.
Wish that you had a sister.
Make the biggest mistake of your life the biggest turning point, like you learnt something from the Gods and it's your own secret.
Undo buttons don't choke yourself.
The diamonds in her crown were stolen from statues and kings.
Mountains are the spines of sleeping giants, face the back of your house towards them, and you are safe.
Use pyramids to sharpen razor blades.
Water is the carrier of the soul, listen to rain.
Cherish a Father.
Call your Grandfather Chief, Grandmother Aiyana, and your Mother Awenasa.
Look at the moon and wonder how many other people are looking at it too.
Wonder if they are thinking, what you are thinking.



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