City of Legends

Sam Cooke sang "A change has got to come."

I agree.  Time for a change.  Not evolutionary.  Revolutionary.  Either pick things up a magnitude or ten or…

hmmm.  Maybe just feeling the magic gloves tonight.  There are people in every corner of the Earth tonight who feel a little better for having read my works, today. 

But to me it is a cold, dark, lonely world. 

My dear friend and life-saver Iulia reminded me about what I’d said about becoming jaded.  And I want to believe that people say what they mean.  I am not used to being in a box, the sideshow, the flea circus.  Maybe that’s all this is.  But with my current adrenaline and testosterone levels being up around "Oh My God!  Run, he’s turning green!" and being cursed with a ridiculous cardiovascular durability, it is not a pleasant existence.  If the prize is real, worth every torment.  If not…I will draw experience and scars to give value.

It is a frighteningly cold and bitter sphere we inhabit.  I either have to, in my own words "give up.  give out.  give in to the inevitable.", find a hero(ine) or turn everything up to 12.6 and give the world one last hazy glory.

Right now, uncertain.  Have put on the headphones and playing all those monsters that make sure the cats go into hiding.  They really don’t like it when I acid dance to "Battleflag" by Lo Fidelity All Stars.  But, man, it burns the venom out of me.

Maybe the Sunday Girl is my redemption.  Maybe she is just another mirage.  Maybe there isn’t anyone out there with the will to burn at the highest degrees.

Let us find out, shall we?