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You are being interviewed by a panel in front of an entrance that leads to your “Utopia.” It’s a place that meets all your expectations, satisfying each and every one of your desires, where a prolonged state of blissful intoxication waits for you every. Single. Day.
What will you do to prove you’re worthy? Or… are you?
While words like “are” and “is” presents facts, we also have words called “modals” that comment on how reality should, could, or might be.
The interaction of the components in a collage are a psychic play that is deeply personal to the artist, even if they’re unaware of it.
Dear Dreamy Darling,
I hired new fire throwers
New golden-show lions
No audience member respects, I bet,
When they turn silver
All forms of expressive writing aim to create a tension in the reader, an emotional and/or intellectual impact that begs to be attended to and evaluated. Deciding who your narrator is and exploring their unmet desires is what will entrance your audience.
Jesus, our store manager, was at the forefront and I sat at the very end, the Judas brewing in the corner, unwilling to follow a direction that feels like I’m fighting against the current. To add some weight to the metaphor, none of my other coworkers looked nor spoke directly to me. Who could blame them? If I couldn’t be a cook, I was useless in their eyes. And without any use, who are you to a group of people, anyways?
Sir, hand me your arm
Give me the common rule
I’ll study them I swear
But I won’t be your
Sacred fucking fool