THINGS THAT ALSO COULD BE TRUE.

THINGS THAT ALSO COULD BE TRUE.

God is multiple. You are god. I am god. There is no god but the image we have been force fed. There is a god and we haven’t the foggiest clue what she looks like, talks like, believes like—yes, perhaps even god herself believes in us.

Boys wearing pink and high heels and flamboyant dresses.  Girls’ polos being buttoned up all the way, her skin a mystery to all but her. How in god’s name did we let materials and colors form a gender construct?

Single hood and “in a relationship with” are states of mind. The happiest ones are the divorcees. The ones in misery are those who framed their certificates of union and love each other dearly. Love is always costly. Monogamy is a social construct and, as such, is not for everyone.

Sex is bonding; sex is bondage. Sex is the most intimate act; sex is the most mundane. Sex is all of these and sex will not save a relationship.

The law is just and we are the criminals.

Mom and Dad were right.

Acquiescence is a crime equivalent to wrong action. Thus Hitler was the citizens, the guards, the nations, you and I. How do we know that, with power and wealth, we too wouldn’t crave more at the expense of human lives?

Art is just as worthy a career path as any. Artists saved more lives than doctors, birthed more lives, and sustained more. All of us, every last one: artists.  Our mediums: pain and life. Pick up the brush, the pencil, the seal, the blade, the hatchet—dirtied and rusted from years of neglect.  You see, destruction is an ally with creation and all good art is inclusive of both.

Every moment lived—if we could veer up and away, off to the far right, past these clouds and human monuments and affronts to humility—every moment lived is fragile and monumental and chosen by us beforehand. We are choosing our fate.