You wake up because you just do. Your whole life is an alternative to something or anything, it doesn't matter; you have no idea anyway.
Questions are forces of being; however, when you stop asking, nothing really happens. You do not seize to exist, because someone, somewhere is asking. It is very simple, this whole life thing. Answers are entirely independent of the act of asking and from the act of questioning. In this sense, cheer up, put some cloths on and travel to the nearest street where the sun smiles wider than a dead man's memory.
Why be ashamed? foot fetish is wholly human, it has even a divine touch. Everybody has a fetish, even gods: creation fetish. Humility is part human "Hum-" and part divinity "-ity," and foot fetish is an act of humility; one is humbled to his true self and thus excels the usual earthly desire of "just-fucking" and rises to the most intimate to earth: Feet. They used to say that eyes are the mirror of the soul, others said that hands are, nonsense. Feet are the true mirror of the soul, for they either stink or shine.
Revolution is just Linguistics. To dream it is an "if," To be it is a "when," to talk about is an "as if," to do it is a "Question Tag," and to ruin it is a matter of Tense. You will sure narrate it through various frames. Soon you will withdraw as a narrator and it will narrate itself with a double-edged discourse: an absent narratee and an omitted addressee.
The Who and The Why
In between runs an ivory blood
pieces and bits
a violet killing
a purple kiss.
The You within and The You without
are mirror's mirrors
are armies of sand.
Glowing bridge....Cut.....Crystal ball.....Cut......Pious rape.....Cut....Thorny smile.....Dissolve.....Aqua-dance....Fade out....Bloody credits.
