Mischief and Thunder

                                                  I Dream In Safari

The Libertine Oath:

In this life, it is my mission to bring overwhelming joy to as many beings as is possible. I will never back down from a challenge to aid those who are oppressed mentally, physically, or spiritually. I will explore every region imaginable with all the strength I have in my body, mind, and soul to invigorate my creative process and develop the innovations necessary to evolve the human race to a heightened level of existence. I will immerse myself fully in my artistic passions to fulfill the gifts bestowed upon me as a sentient being and produce gorgeous works to induce a profound emotional response. With the last flicker of life in my eyes, I will wink at this plane of existence before I exit to the dark beyond knowing my memory will serve as a vast armory of hope to all those who will be told their dreams are impossible.

In my bedroom at the house in the 8th or the 16th, sleepless-ness is interrupted by the occasional unbearable dream-chased by raptors down hotel corridors, the words “beyond” appearing repeatedly, something wet keeps flying across the upper corner of the frame, making slapping noises, I’m always brushing my hair, trying to find the most accurate way possible to to create a part, and I’m canceling dream appointments, keeping things loose, tumbling down steep flights of stairs that are too narrow to navigate and I’m always over water and everyone I run across has a face resembling mine. Waking up, I realize: you’re just someone waiting casually in the dark for a rustling outside your door and there’s a shadow in the hall.

-Brett Easton Ellis

                                     I live for my dream and a pocket full of gold

                               What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

                                                           Get after it