"You, my love...

are allowed to forget about the Christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents' house.

You, my love...

are allowed to shed the weight of all the years before,

like bad disco clothes.

save them for a night of dancing stoned with your lover.

You, my love...

are allowed to let yourself drown every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams.

You, my love...

in sleep can unlock your youth and your most terrifying magic...

and dreaming is for the courageous...

You, my love...

are allowed to grab my guitar

and sing me idiot love songs

if you've lost your ability to speak.

keep it down to two minutes...

You, my love...

are allowed to rot and to die and to live again...

more alive and incandescent than before.

You, my love, are allowed to beat the sh*t out of your television,

choke it's thoughts and corrupt its mind.

kill! kill! kill! the mother fu*ker

before the song of zombiefied pain

and panic and malaise

and it's narrow right-winged vision

and it's cheap commercial gang rape

becomes the white noise of the world.

Turn about is fair play.

You, my love...

are allowed to forgive and love your television.

You, my love...

are allowed to speak in kisses

to those around you

and those up in heaven.

You, my love...

are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied,

starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified...

You, my love...

are allowed to suck in every single endeavor...

You, my love...

are allowed to be soaked like a lovers' blanket

in the New York summertime

with the wonder of your own special gift...

You, my love...

are allowed to receive praise...

You, my love...

are allowed to have time...

You, my love...

are allowed to understand.

You, my love...

are allowed to love...

woman, disobey,

when little men believe.

You, my love...

are Rebellion."

❤️

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