I Did It

I'm gonna be completely honest with all of you [time to get vulnerable].  I took a good, long look in the mirror after I got my septum pierced.  I thought about who I was and who I want to be.  And then I thought to myself, It's all gonna be okay.

Allow me to elaborate.  

I went with a couple of my besties to get the piercing done and I ended up dropping them off at their place and then coming back to my empty apartment.  I was all alone.  I had some time to think to myself about my personal brand.  In the past few years I've developed my personal brand by leaps and bounds and my septum piercing is yet another step towards authenticity.  [I'm climbing up in the hierarchy of my local scene.]

But still, I thought to myself: things were so much easier 1.5 years ago when I was indiecore.  I was able to get away with being authentically indiecore without having a piercing or a tattoo.  I guess being authentically electrocore requires more dedication.  Times are changin [and I'm just going with the flow].  

Just taking life one banger at a time [banger is a metaphor for "day"].

[photo by Norton]

So Stressed

[pic of awkward dancing couple is unrelated to the content of this post]

I'm so stressed.  My Composition & Literature class at my university has chosen me to give the final speech for the last class of the semester.  In case you didn't know, that's a pretty big deal.  I think I was voted by my classmates to give the speech because they perceive me as "the creative one."  I guess it's pretty true, I mean, I am pretty artsy compared to my classmates.  I'm just having a little trouble coming up with what to say.

The class was pretty rad.  My professor was an old lady [prolly a lesbian] that didn't believe in grades.  She put all of the chairs in the classroom into a circle and we had an informal conversation about whichever [highly controversial] novel we were reading at the time.  We even took a break from novels for a week and studied [rad] poetry.  I got vulnerable with my entire class when I broke out some of my beautiful poetry during a poetry slam.  My teacher had to hold back her tears because my prose was so beautiful.

All in all, it was a pretty life-changing class.  I mean, it seemed pretty authentic.  My prof. managed to bring together all sorts of people [jocks, bros, bro-hos, etc] with class discussions and I guess that's pretty rare.  Sorta felt like I was in a John Hughes movie [like "The Breakfast Club" y'know?].  Too bad the class is over; everything has to go back to the way it was and we'll all be divided again :(

I think I might just wing the speech.  Let it all flow.  That's authentic, right?  Yeah, that's what I was thinking too [you know me so well].

photo by Norton

A Haunting On The Dance Floor

Sometimes when I'm on the dance floor, I completely lose myself.  Some might call it an 'out-of-body experience.'  It's as if I'm dancing around with my own ghost [my ghost looks exactly like me but is transparent and a shade of blue/cyan].  I just close my eyes and I'm in another world.  I have such a close spiritual connection to music that my spirit often manifests itself into the physical realm [as a ghost].  I've grown to accept that I'm more spiritually aware than most people.  Electro allows me to transcend the spiritual boundaries put up by 'the man.'  

Now I totally understand why Cut Copy called their album "In Ghost Colours."  Just like them, I often feel 'So Haunted'  when 'Lights and Music' are on my mind.  If my ghost is blue/cyan, I want what colour their ghost is?  Probably a shade of green [maybe neon].

photo by norton

Vulnerable Poetry by ROBOTXY

A poem:

///She left me for some altbro with a tat

///I guess he's a pretty cool cat

///I just can't compete, he's totes got me beat

///Having an authentic tattoo is where it's at

-dedicated to the tatted altbro that is with 'the girl that got away' :(

I wonder if she'll take me back if I get my septum pierced.  Probs.

[photo by Norton]