Red Pixy Stix

So, if you are a avid reader of this blog, you already know that a common theme for me is honesty. Or rather, my need for it. It's almost a sickness for me, I realize. But, I believe that "keeping it real" ultimately results in a quality of life that reaches far beyond the mediocrity of the mundane, deep into the depths of dreamy candy lands. And I am all over lands o' candy. So, I do what I can to adhere to my policy of truth (great song, by the way), ever cognizant of the fact that people, myself included, are going to sometimes embrace their shady side, or make poor decisions. It's not about moral judgements, it's about taking ownership of who you are. It's kind of like...."I did/do (insert: derelict behavior), it was/is (insert: "a mistake" or "the best thing that ever happened to me"), and now I know (insert: what we learned from the process)......and yes, I will have some Skittles with that....thank you." This journey, the dreamy candy land quest that I pursue with such dedication, is constantly stymied by elements beyond my control. For I am a tiny piece, within a small part, inside of a larger machine operating in the infinite abyss. And this machine is oppressive, nasty and fueled by lies, greed and corruption. There are no dreamy lands waiting for the operators of the machine. Thank god! I mean, I wouldn't want to be sitting back sharing a bag of Red Vines with George Bush, or listening to the Bunnymen with Dick Cheney. And, I especially don't want to be working some great time in my little world, and suddenly find myself swapping moisturizing tips with Hillary Clinton! See, this is where it gets tricky though. Will I ever be able to reconcile my inner peace with my lack of outer peace? Will I reach the highest peak in my dreamy candy land, given all the negative, dishonest energy surrounding me every day? In times of doubt, I tend to stick to what I know.....red pixy stix. The red pixy stick is not something to be taken for granted. They are only offered to those who inspire me (or those that I have huge crushes on). They serve as an invitation into my world, and the recognition that you are a welcomed and appreciated part of my path. I'm saving one for Obama.....just in case. He may prove to be worthy, and if so, then it's all his. And if it turns out that he can fuel the machine with tolerance, acceptance and truth, then he can have my whole supply.