Smothering Your Face In a Coloring Book By Candlelight

what lurks behind the shadows takes refuge in the places that one cannot speak without a lawyer and a place to stay when the going gets rough in the shadows right out there buried & bustling without restraint without subjection to the parameters in which the most of us dwell & operate so obediently on a daily basis throughout the utter insane boring mundane nature of everyday existence & whether or not you yourself choose to abide by these lines drawn round your own individual life is of course no one’s decision but your own but know that the crayons in your hand are your own crayons and there is no one alive who can make you color within the lines if you feel that you don’t want to there is no force out there that can make you sharpen the tip with the convenient little crayon-sharpener that resides on the back of the crayola box & of course there’s no one out there who can make you draw on lined paper, graphed paper, or even construction paper for that matter if you want to you have the right to draw all over everything around you the chair you are sitting in the walls the floor the pavement outside all over your clothes the windows as you walk down the street the street itself because who is going to stop you the worse that will happen is that they will smack a label on you and lock you up somewhere where the first thing that they will do is pump you full of free drugs and place you in a craft room anyway where you will receive a pile of crayons and the whole process will start all over again fear not those that want you to use your crayons “correctly” for they cannot truly harm you they can only wish silently inside themselves where they think that all their little secrets stay hidden that they could be just exactly like you and live in the moment coloring whatever you feel like with these beautiful crayons and leave the rest of life alone to its beautiful shadows its wondrous “liars” & “cheaters” & “thieves” & “murderers” & folks that never for a second agreed to live by anyone else’s rules except their own who let the untalented uninteresting doorknobs of history decide in their wake their value to society.