3/1/21 - "Here I am Now, Entertain Me." The title, of course, referring to my late sibling's grand, introductory tune, "Smells Like Teen Spirit". HE said, "Here we are now, entertain us." This, of course, was sarcasm, referring to the general public's immature outcry for satisfying idols. Usually, the demand would have wanted a typical, American idol; but Kurt knew that a "fuck you" idol for those dissatisfied with everything that the public was used to was both satisfying to himself, and to God and nature's select group of "favorites". The most intelligent "kids" would recognize their own kind, and duly give him the adoration that he deserved. I remember, quite fondly, being one such kid... Until the day he gave up altogether, and blew his brains out with one of the wicked instruments invented by our enemies! I was startled, a little... But, I understood quickly - He was not the One. And, I didn't know then, but I would have to someday take his place, with much more of a good sense of responsibility. I started this piece of writing by stating, "Here I am now, entertain me." This is to point out the mere fact that you all DID. All the stars, under the sun, existed for me. Seemingly, me and only me. Where have all such beacons of light run off to? Not that they all truly WERE. But, at least, there was a definite category of person, when I was growing up, that seemed to outstand the rest. It doesn't really exist anymore. Whether such people are simply not being recognized, or if they simply no longer exist, we can't truly SAY... Because things like the record or movie industry can't really be relied on to always showcase the best and the brightest... Nor do they make any real effort to bring them in. I know personally, being the perfect "rock star", that no one's offering me anything, in THIS scum-hole world. I'd need to sacrifice myself endlessly, in mere hope of an offer, only to sacrifice myself further, and likely to wind up suicidal along-side my deceased brother. The world offers people like us NOTHING. Like the Beatles said, "Can't buy me love." In other words, you can't BUY my love. Whatever monetary offer I might be given, it wouldn't serve as proper motivation for the insane lifestyle of a rock-star. To get me to do something like THAT, I'd need the proper care and attention from a loving wife, loving children... But this world says, "NO. That's not what you ARE. Go perform your tragic life for us, you slave. You're only as good as we TELL you that you are."... But, back to my original statement. Here I am now, entertain me. No, wait... Hahaha... I don't CARE, do I??? What the FUCK could fools like YOU do to satisfy such a TRANSCENDENT thing like ME??? I'm ABOVE it ALL, fool. But, the fact remains. If I'M not satisfied, there's to be big trouble for fools like you. If I can't live, then I suppose I'll necessarily die. If I die, this whole forsaken world comes WITH me. After all, what life can you expect without God Himself as a participant?... Me? I'm humble. I'm so fucking humble, that God decided I'd be the best vessel. |