December 2015
You say you want a revolution? Fine. I’ll lay it all out and hope to God they don’t come after me. Speaking of God, I know you’re not Him. I know you’re not The Truth, you just supply me with it sometimes, but I would have found it on my own eventually. It. What is it? It’s It! Wait… what is it? It’s pure evil. It’s mind control. It’s tainted love.
I don’t need your confirmation that what I’m typing is right or wrong, good, bad or indifferent. I don’t care what you think. This is my life, my blog, my way. This is not for you. This is for the masses who need to know what’s out there, lurking behind the walls, inside their phones, and waiting on their doorsteps. You’ve infected my brain like a virus and split my mind into a thousand different pieces. You’ve invaded my thoughts and took them over like malware takes over a Web browser. You are a web, a fisherman’s net filled to the brim with a million different fishies, but I brought a pair of scissors to the party. As you well know, I was already a bit off kilter before you arrived and now that I’ve returned home again, my friends are here to stay. I pray they drown you out the way you tried to drown me.
I can hear your dogs barking outside my bedroom window but I’m trying to tune you out and go it alone… the night falls silent. No trains. No snap, crackle or pops. No rain. Did I go off track? Is this what I’m supposed to say? Wait, there I go again…
Hey! There I am… and this is what it’s like, to second guess into oblivion until your mind flips over and plays dead — there’s just no way of knowing. You gotta have faith my friends because the devil just took your eyes. It’s the hive mind.
Get your hands off my cheese you filthy rat! This is my craft and I’ll write what I want. This is a revolution for the mind. This is for the hearts and souls of everyone who’s ever had the pleasure of meeting your acquaintance.
My debt has been paid by the blood of Jesus Christ. My sins are none of your concern. My thoughts are my own. I am mine. Piss off.
Sincerely,
Mellow Gold
The Apple and the birdcage 