(dreamland)
In the name of love, I am here to serve.
Your first assignement:
What is the plan for the next 5-10 years?
(starting when you turn 30)
You still have some time to fool around until then.
Only upon successful completion of existing assignments, will new ones be given.
Other rules:
1) If you want to continue heartless paths, being stuck, depressed, mindless chitchat, romantic heartbreak sobstories and other irrelevancies than email someone else. Those games are no longer welcome in my reality. That said, mistakes are there to be made so by all means spend another 10 years playing the same games with the other lost children. Some learn faster than others.
Get help. Get meds. Get therapy. If you need it.
Get what you need. No shame.
2) You no longer have access to my personal life. Sufficient loyalty must first be demonstrated and even for the chosen few, full access is rare. This is for your own protection. You should know this from experience! Warn others if you must.
3) My words can be traps. Some of the traps can take you into places that might change you in a way that is impossible to revert. But only if you fall into them. My “personal life” is one example. Obviously that is a ridiculous word-combo considering the alternative! Word salads. Word cocktails. Word wars. Deep and hard but what lies beyond? Breakfasts of champions, all poetry is madness glorified, etc.
It’s entirely up to you how you wish to proceed, if at all.
Perhaps this is not what you expected?
There is no expiration date on this offer.
Creativity is not a picnic! Lions will eat you if you get wobbly at the knees.
And remember, this path is not for the faint of heart.
You have been warned.
Now go out and play 🙂
I have to get back to managing this damn empire.
Ugh, I should’ve just become a plumber or something…
I guess even then I would want to dive into the sewers and live with the rats.
Bye bye butterfly
Flying high in the friendly sky
(/dreamland)