How do you put “Go on” in your title and not have it look like “GOON”!!!
I don’t know either, but I gave it a shot.
And I’ll keep shooting. Why blog this? Drivel? Aren’t there enough words out the to read before coming to this handful? Of words.
The problem is. I am a Creator. It’s the thing I’m here to do. To fully express myself I must Create something. I must surprise myself how well things turned out. And then start over.
The other problem is I’m lazy. Like a cat. Like a lion. They sleep 13 hours a day. And do WHATEVER they want for the other 11 hours…
I won’t pursue that Lion thread. But I am a Leo. And proud of it. Obviously. Can we move on?
Anyway, I gotta make stuff. Noise. Music. Art. Poems. Songs. Sales? Yes, I have to make sales. How do you think I pay for this?
And I make those sales. I create them out of thin air and with my effort. Which is why I am in sales. I am a Creator. It suits me.
Not everyone is a Creator. That’s not their role. And that is a problem if misunderstood. And I have misunderstood that. I sometimes misunderstand things. It happens a lot. That’s why I learn stuff. Constantly. And when I am honest (and I am) I know that will repeat. If everything goes right. Otherwise, I have already expired.
Others have different gifts. Or “curses” as a Creator might think. Their gifts may be commerce. Converting Creation into dollars. So everyone can bring home the bacon. And fry it up in the pan.
Sometimes us Creators wonder why others take our stuff. Steal our ideas. Or pay below market price for our Creation.
It’s because they Create the Market. It ain’t pretty. It ain’t Art. It’s not a Creation. It’s a Dissection. They cut up the Creation and price out the pieces. They are Destroyers.
Sounds horrible, right? That’s because you are a Creator. If you are a Destroyer, you are skimming this blog to see if you can make a buck out of this article – or from me, the Creator. (Please email me for prices!)
That’s OK, Destroyer, you set the market. You allow me to make an exchange.
We look at Bankster’s as terrible trolls. And at Celebrity Talent as superstars.
However, the former allows the latter to cash in. At the extreme, one can’t breathe without the other. For a second. Tabloid heaven!
Everything else is in the middle. Creators and Destroyers have always needed each other.
A new tree grows on the death of dead trees.
(Pardon the double negative. I know those trees are already dead.)
The Destroyer will always be here. Always. And without him no new tree would grow. There would be no stuff to create with. You need stuff to make other stuff. A tree needs dirt. Which is made out of the tree’s grandpa. Why do we even give them separate names? Have you ever seen a tree in a forest – living it’s wonderful tree life – without his ancestors right there under his feet? Inseparable.
But they must be separated. Otherwise Home Depot can’t price 40 pounds of tops soil. And you couldn’t Create your garden without some nice juicy top soil. How much is that?
So, I will now retire and bring this overdue blog to rest. Or maybe it’s rest is long overdue.
I’m gonna keep making stuff. Out of thin air. I ain’t gonna bitch about the troll Bankster’s. They are my ATM. They are the yin to my yang. They are greedy MF-ers, but… they like my art. They give me money for it. And I get to Create more stuff.
Goodnight. Play fair. It’s a game. The pieces go back in the box. Neatly. No swearing.
[I Destroyed several words in the editing of this blog] [Forgive me Creators]
[Destroyed & Created a few more words]
Gonna hit publish… now.