Goo Goo Goo Joob

I am a hat man. I'm a bag man. I'm a beads and bracelets man.

That is all I managed to eke out of an idea I thought was something real. Ah, reality -- it's so problematic, what with viewpoints and all. Everyone who stands above it seems to be someone who wants to mess with your vision of what it means to be.

Conformity comes in many forms, and eventually things settle in ways one's younger self might not imagine. But, as an aesthetic -- not a moral for living or a truth revealed, it still breathes in me as a form of beauty I can't help seeing.