I DON’T BELIEVE IN CHEM TRAILS OR IN PSYCHOPATHS WITH BAD HAIR
i was driving this morning in the desert and the sky was full of white cloud zig zag lines. chem trails. ew, gross.
it’s giving dystopian apocalyptic death zone.
WHY’S THE WORLD LIKE THIS!!!! i started getting very annoyed and bitter and pissed. fuck you Elon Musk, fuck you Donald Trump and Joe Biden and Bill Gates and every idiot in power for poisoning us all!!! A WOMAN WOULD NEVER. FUCK YOU FOR YOUR PSYCHOPATHIC BULLSHIT. I WISH YOU WOULD ALL JUST D-
THE GREAT AMERICAN DEATH CULT OF REALLY OLD MEN ON THE VERGE OF COMBUSTING AT ANY MOMENT WHO SHOULDN’T BE RULING AN ENTIRE COUNTRY LOL SEND HELP
then i realized something.
i don’t have to believe in chem trails. actually, i kind of don’t believe in them.
like, i know that supposedly they have been proven or whatever, but i haven’t seen the paperwork. i myself didn’t test for the chemicals in the air.
so who knows, maybe they’re not fucking real.
and so this morning i decided that in my world they’re not. end scene.
MY PERFECT CLEAR SKIED UTOPIA WHERE PSYCHOPATHS WITH TOO MUCH POWER AND REALLY BAD HAIR DON’T EXIST
one time when i was like 24 i had this random thought pop into my head.
it became a theory that i live by and i have zero clue what angel or alien implanted this into my head cause it literally came out of nowhere.
but it goes like this.
what if today was the first day of the Universe? ...like what if today was actually the first day i even exist on this planet, and everything i think happened yesterday and last week and 15 years ago was all implanted into my head by God or some 5th dimensional microchip, and was just that, a collection of thoughts?
what if everything that i think is true about me, what’s not possible for me, what certain traumas hold me back, what certain pains keep me rotting in shame and all of the ways i close my heart to other people because of things of the past are actually... not real... and were just programmed into my head?
i couldn’t disprove this because how the hell can i even prove that yesterday did happen?
pictures? nope. all a part of the set up.
friends telling me it did? nope, they’re programmed too.
we all just arrived here today.
PROVE TO ME IT’S IMPOSSIBLE. I COULDN’T.
SO WHAT IF NONE OF IT WAS/IS REAL.
WHAT IF THIS WAS THE VERY FIRST DAY OF MY LIFE.
WHAT IF I COULD LIVE THAT. FREE.
what if i could choose to fill my heart and mind and soul with so much beauty and possibility and love and joy that even if all this bad shit is true, it doesn’t even really matter because all i am is a burning hot walking flame of LOVE that burns and burns and burns even in the midst of death and destruction?!
if that was the case then today i have decided that chem trails don’t exist.
and maybe tomorrow i’ll keep driving to Mexico and only wear wigs for the rest of my life and never come back and release all the rest of my music under some strange alias name because fuck it, rules are a part of that microchip too!!!!!
BYEEEEEEE 😉
xx emma