WAKE UP.

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EVERY DECISION WE'VE EVER MADE IS BASED ON THE FALSE PRETENSE THAT WHAT OUR SENSES SENSE IS SOMEHOW THE ENTIRETY OF WHAT "REALITY" IS

Everything...the big decisions in our lives,

the petty ones,

what we love,

what we hate,

what we kill,

what we save,

what is good,

what is evil.

All of that is based on the fragment of reality we experience, the sliver of consciousness our mind, with such imperfect instruments, dreams up.

I mean, I can create a real life on this stage,

I can create the feeling,

I CAN CREATE IT.

Don’t you see the power in that?
I can make you cry,
I can make you laugh,

I can make you cheer for me, bless my every action,
or I can have you screaming for my blood and bring out that primal urge in all of us.


I can show you something that isn’t “real” but gives you every emotion that corresponds with the action on stage,

so what makes it any less real than anything you’d experience off stage?


This all so confusing, and sometimes I dunno wither I am dreaming you all, this whole situation:

The Stage.
The Lights.
The Audience

These very thoughts in my head right now

When does dreaming end, and real life really begin?

(walk towards edge of stage, probably the middle of the cat walk, and get in a trust fall type position)

I cannot see behind me, My senses can’t sense it, so does that mean that anything behind me exists?

Here I go, because if it is a dream maybe I’ll hit the cold fucking floor and it’ll finally wake me up

(fall back, we'll see what happens)
SCENE.

Baby, show you some of your truth.
And I'll show you some of mine.









None of dem get my sex
None of dem move my intellect
None of dem work for me
None of dem make me feel anything