Strange Honesty

I need to know who or what you believe yourself to be. Right now! To whom do you think you belong? Who? Huh? That old man who treats you like a common punching bag? Yes? I see. I know. I know now what you need in your life.

Vandalize your soul. Free your self worth! It is the one worth worth fighting for. Truly you cannot be so selfish as to not even care for yourself! You are foolish.

I'd like to know whether or not you believe in the validity of other planets. Or is it just some game to you? Something to scoff at over your morning coffee. Who am I to change your mind or force you to believe in cosmic providence!

I am just another strange observer. Strange but honest.

Cosmic Enchilada

I'm not afraid. This cosmic enchilada is what we've all chosen to create. At times it can be good, at times it can be bad. But it is why we're all here, all of us. So do not fret much longer than is needed. This enchilada requires our cheese.

Pour the sauce on it as well as any chopped onions or green chili peppers you may have. If it tastes awful it is your own damn fault. Nobody should have to choke down a stale portion of the Great Enchilada. Nor should anyone ever, ever fear it. For we are It.