My kind of people, there is always something wrong with them. Yet, it is definitely NOT with their sensible dispositions and creativity.

If they are long-haired (genderless), they are not content on just being black. The hair should be wiry, mutilated with chemicals, berserkly outward, ashed with wisdom (lots of them too), pulled out, snobbed, hooted on, fattened, strengthened, grown and can even block stage performances (no complaint though--it is a fine, fine thing).

Thank you to the people who continue to carve in their select and noble (dignity does not necessarily attach to power) works--the importance of their humanity, their willingness to help without being shamelessly poll-conscious.

I have a piece titled Beatles In Times of A Convoluted Dance. I could not seem to transfer it to this space for the dumbest reason (I am impatient to try other ways. I wrote that dreamers, like most of my favorite people are, think NOT of cruel, despotic, repressive ways first in facing dissensions. One does not gather assent via ignorance. John and Paul, after the split, critiqued each other through music. A musician, when already leaning to suppressive tendencies, is a gem to handle. Just tell him/her "I shall wreck this Fender of yours with the Hendrix signature if you do not shape up" and one can be sure, he will no longer implore Divine Providence to do the right thing.

Why am I writing this way again. I just watched performances that absolutely are reasons enough why I got stuck on maintaining bravery and courage even if at times, I wanted to take out a huge dagger and punch holes to the World so it can slowly breathe. The musicians...and the people who stage them...they are my alternative psychologists to living with purposefulness without the morose, horrible things usually inflicted to it by people who refuse to listen.

Musicians, they can be angry but always with a certain classiness. They make their instruments the extensions of their laments and they speak more soulfully.

To all of you, thank you so much for refusing to mar our space with vindictiveness and vile---rest assured, these people, they can face anyone even if they hate their faces because their craft, their musicality, made them free. Show me someone with a passion either in music or letters who is NOT a freedom giver.

I love the blank and the tree and everyone. Especially the person I hope everyone should understand as my only sense of direction because he located somewhere in my ribs that the greatest pacifier of trouble is there, beating. My path is cleared, for him and to the rest of the friendly habitat in his circle.

As I was immersed in that vibe of openess---I envy all of you for your 24 hour laughter that still sees hard work as a way to live. Not through stealing or cheating a public silly. You do not shortchange people; you all seem very happy already hearing the riffs of your friends. That is not greed. That is celebration. They do not do that in huge castles I think.

Yeebah. A gazillion buckets of thanks.