Murch

So never fuck nobody without telling me.

Don't let your consciousness get the best of you--that's my first piece of advice, and I'm the biggest hypocrite you'll ever acquaint yourself with.

Acquaintances never last.

My moniker is Bey, but that's as real as it gets.  But reality is a superimposition, what exactly do we know?

I've learned a lot, but learning is only a reminder of how stupid we are by nature.  Don't let my pessimistic ramblings dissuade you, I'm actually very optimistic.

The title is indicative of life--life is full of interceptions of all kinds.  Does anybody remember that Scorcese movie, "After Hours"?  The main character, Paul, is unable to make back home all night because of interceptions.  I related completely because that's my every single day.  I always feel like I'm unable to make it home, and that's all we all ever want; to find that familiarity, that safe haven.

 Where is my safe haven?  That's what I'm looking for.

Before we start, I have to make a disclaimer:

I'm a Gemini, Judy Garland style.  I don't give a crap if you don't 'believe' in astrology--it's pertinent to the philosophical/religious identities of tons of civilizations, so don't let your own ethnocentricities get in the way of understanding the world.

Anyway, what I meant to say is that I'm two-faced.  I can be a very, very good person.  But, I'm also a terrible human being.

-Bey #8