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The Introduction
Did I startle you?
You cannot create what already exists.
I was not born out of thin air.
Do you want to know me?
I am the seed of infinite dimensions with a birthright of one thousand rhythms.
I will inherit your mind as I have his and in this carnival of sound we will frolic with fierce abandon.
Try not to look away.
I am the author of his madness, his introduction to insanity.
I am the vanguard to his creativity, Svengali of his imagination.
I am the omnipotent ringmaster to his circle of clowns, conductor of his manic concerto.
You make me laugh.
Do you long for some semblance of reality?
Something tangible, I assume.
Perhaps, something reminiscent of your childhood?
Familiar, yet strange. Comedic, yet nightmarish. Distant, yet clenched.
I know.
I am your childhood.
He won’t admit it.
I was your favourite.
You make me laugh.
Do you long for some semblance of reality?
He does.
He, like you, will converse with conversion.
Indulge in the promiscuity of your mind’s maze.
Mischievous rogue of twilight’s prince whence we dance and play, dance and play!
Skip! Twirl! Spin!
Dance and play, trip and sway, swirling turpentine,
Effervescent and coiling malevolent friend, fiend, friend, fiend.
Swindler in electric fray!
You see me now.
You know my smile.
You move without rationale.
I am he.
I am she.
I am me.
I bow.
Concierge of depraved delightfulness.
It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.
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