Going to talk a little about me.
Again, I am sitting in a park under a tree, stoned, it is well before three. Not even close to 4:20, in fact it was not even 1220.
Prefer to wait until three, sometimes this just happens, it is just me. It is who I am, it is who I choose to be.
Once upon a time, a few moons ago, it wasn’t who I chose to be, a good portion of it was what you needed from me. It was not the way to living free.
It is who I choose to be, understand my words, listen to what I am trying to teach you; teach you how to be free. It is who I choose to be. Me is who I choose to be.
The choice is my choice, it can be unchosen, changed, altered, thrown out, destroyed with alcohol, dampened with pharma drugs. It can be ignored completely until it can not be. Do you understand me?
I choose to be Me, me is free, it is as fucking beautiful as can be!
My choices cannot be changed until they can be. Until you show me beyond doubt that your way is freer than my way it is not the path for me, nor is it the path for you, if you are wise you will listen to me!
Unlike you there are things I do not say and hence the reason I will know beyond doubt that your path is not the way, not the way at all, is the amount of times you say I believe, I think, my opinion is, with no experiece in any of the three.
Examples, are what will come from me. Examples of the shit spitting out of your mouth that is harming the eight billion other me.
At the end of my example-based rant, you are welcome to leave, or alternatively show you have some courage, also look at me, the you version of me, see the example of how letting go of ego and pride benefits we, the eight billion of us we.
See the sentence above, there is a change that was mentioned, the hypens are in the right place, I do what I say, I try to be better, this is me.
When I don’t it is because I changed my mind, it is the freedom in being free. Greg, I am sorry that my kidney will stay in me, buddy you put that toxic alcohol shit in your system when you are supposed to better, fuck off mate, how could you not see?
Mostly mate, I am sorry.
I barely drink the shit, almost never touch it, a beer a year kind of guy once was the phrase on Tinder, it really does represent me.
You can do it, you can drink, get fucked up for all I care but if you stink like it you will not be fucking me. Unless I am horny of course, which I probably will be, I can change, see?
But, YOU cannot change me, it is why I am asking you to listen, understand what I am saying.
If you can explain your way more simply than I can explain my way, through experience and experience alone, through looking at your world and seeing it for what it is rather than what you want it to be, yes, I can change me.
To reiterate, to make it clear, I change me! I can change me through understanding that is more simple than mine, is clearer, is a more direct path to take. By direct, I mean, makes sense to somebody as simple as me. You can bring that understanding, but bring it absolutely confidently, do not dare say I believe if you think you are going to correct or change me!
Además, plus, you better have a fuckload of examples, make them as clear as can be.
To look inside, to know thy self, to be with, love and understand me, is the path to being free. There is no other, it takes no belief, it takes no guesses, it takes nothing but living your own life, looking at the reflection looking back at you for what it is rather than what you want it to be.
God, for example, evidence of how fucking stupid humans can be. Money, those who have it are not free, somehow they can look at their less privileged brothers and sisters and do nothing, let them sleep on the streets, or in a hammock, in the freezing bush, under a tree.
To let others suffer, to not do everything, EVERYTHING, to fix it means you are not free, you are as selfish as can be. Being a selfish cunt is not the way to uniting we.
Loose change to you and me? These things take on a completely different meaning, completely different.
But because your pockets run deep, and the number looks pretty, everyone pats you on the back when what you are actually giving is fucking shitty, to you is as fuck-all as can be. But me, I live in altruism and generosity, it cost me everything to be free.
When I say everything, I mean everything, not just a little, almost everything or an everything that is not an everything, that was not the cost of being free. Not in this day and age, not when being me is the worst thing somebody can be!!
Me has to be you and you has to be me for us to be we? For fuck sake, wake up, the evidence is all there, this does not work, clearly!
Divorce, domestic violence, cheating spouses, force, control, fucking oh my God, jealousy ….. These are the outcomes, indisputable data-based evidence, the examples in front of your eyes, the results of me trying to force you to be what I need you to be, more correctly, what you need me to be.
On the way to the way you learn this, understand you are complicit, explicit, implicit and the absolute perpetrator of all the worst of the worst shit there is, absolutely, completely. In your own way, to your own lengths, in your own examples. When you look in the mirror, really look, it what is staring back at me.
When I say me, this the colloquial me, which means for our purposes, you is the me too, all of us are the me being referred to by me, entiendes, understand? We are all in this together, clearly.
Putting away mind, ego, pride, the unconscious self, whatever you want to call it, is what it takes to know, to be here now, to be free. It is all about me. When you see me, you know me, understand the basic simplicity. I am an an e-ing rather than a being; to be is to be free, to be is to accept me, choose to change, live my knew life valuably. It is the beauty in the fight to be free.
However, it comes for free the moment we become a self-breathing he or she, sadly those that are supposed to protect us take it away from us, they stop us from living free. They are both mine, and their, worst enemies, all the while saying they love me, how can this be?
How can they say they love me and stop me from being free? Force me to be them, those, these, anything but me’s? How sweet pea?
To understand this, the words to come will take courage, but sit there, please, take a moment, to reflect on thee. Because they are true, bud-dy, please, listen to me. Sit through this, take steps to understand and accept it and then you will start to feel it, start to know it, start to love me. Whoever you are, me, maybe Felicity? Jenny? Aphrodite? Either way, come and fuck me.
In love guys there is no reactions to anger or frustration, there is no animosity. There is only pointing at myself in the mirror, screaming, BE A BETTER VERSION OF ME. Doing it safely, in the way that is my way, that fits me, that I choose, maybe just quietly. It does not block you, me, or our children three.
Probably just the two please, plenty.
Love means that I will fuck you within an inch of your life without ever compromising your, our, safety. From ooh, to OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, in about 33. Minutes that is, recent examples included, couple of weeks ago, see buddies, just examples, no need for jealousy.
From timid, quiet, just lying on her back to her body convulsing uncontrollably. Fuck it is good to fuck me!
And you.
Enough is enough, this has been fun, the thing I want you to know is that you need to come and talk to me. From the examples, looking at my world, it breaks my heart, there is no safe way to approach you as me. I represent men, it is was it is, we have made this space as unsafe as can be, this part sucks to be me.
But it is also awesome sauce, just pure awesome sauce, the ways I do try, you’ll laugh until you cry, examples again, a sister and two nieces shaking their heads at me.
The dog poo lady we call her, it fits snugly. The number on a paper under her bag of dog poo, Barry I knew it was you, I wonder if she knew it was me? It wasn’t the plan until it was, figured give it a shot, or a shit.
She hasn’t called me …..
So talk to me, fuck me, for a night or maybe forever, what will be will be just don’t try and hold onto me, it’s definitely the best method to keep me. So this is what it is like to be with me, a man who is free, have to admit, swearing and all, it is pretty nice, very funny.
Funny, yeah that’s a good representation of Frederick Coenraad Nortje, Me.