Don't tell me how to do it:
I don't want to make your mistakes,
I want to make my own mistakes.

Friends, enemies, angels, demons, and Gods alike:
I have but a simple request of thee: (however redundant it may well be)
forget not to drink Water!

For
't'is an acid in basic environments
and a base in acidic environments;
't'is comprised of two of the most explosively energetic elements
and 't'is the foundation upon which many systems operate
and 't'is the medium through which many systems facilitate.

'T'is pure crystalline goodness
for these, our crystalline bodies;
and, I find, the chances are
't'will only be of benefit to thee
to drink some more of it!

So, my advice is:
do it: drink it deep
if, indeed, ye can.
For,
thou art fortunate
if such be the case
and it's straight-up ******' irreverent
to ignore such an extreme gift.

When it is there,
't'is there for thee;
't'will nourish thee.

Give thanks to it
as well as for it.

Hydrate,
it feels great.
It can be a cure-all
for even the worst moods.

Some mint, some lemon,
maybe some solid water polyhedrons,
should ye encounter such need
for diminished thermal states.

Though, warm water is absorbed more readily.

The moral here is merely
to respect what thy Body needs,
both mentally and physically:
't'is thy vessel;
't'is owed thy respect:
't'is what gives thee Time,
and it is good to give back.

You have Darkness within you,
let it out, embody it;
lest it embody you.

If you don't express it
on your terms,
it will consume you
on it's terms.

To seize control
or forgo control?
that is the question.

I don't wear black clothing (when I do)
because I think it'll make me fit in with 'cool' people,
I wear black because I like it.
I enjoy it. I think it's rad.

I don't wear black nail polish on my fingers and toes
because I think it's 'cool,' or that I want others to think so,
I put it on because I like the way it looks.
I like the chipping that happens;
I feel it's a microcosm of Time, itself.
Nail polish exemplifies Wabi and Sabi.

Besides, I have quite the affinity for black.

I don't wear black eyeliner (when I do)
because I think it makes me so metal,
or because I think I need makeup to look good,
I wear it because I enjoy the theatrics
and I like the way it makes me feel.

I don't have the style I do
because I want to associate with
Goths, Rockers, Steampunks or Metalheads;
I have the style I do
because I genuinely like the way it looks.
It just so happens that I get those labels
because people like to put people in boxes.

I don't do what I do
because I want others to notice and like me for it, if anything,
many others will simply mock and make fun of me for it,
but, ironically, much of that spite and disdain
merely fuels my relished rejection
of modern cultural normality and gender roles.

In times of identity crisis, how weird is it to self-identify?

I do what I do
because I like to do it,
because it makes me happy;
because everything is a way to express yourself,
if you only allow it to be such a medium,
if only you find things to use as such mediums.

I see it as Art for the body,
somewhat poetic and transient;
make of it what you will.

It's truly too bad
everyone misconstrues expression
based on their own psychology,
even me. I do it too, though I try not to:
I am not exempt from my own critiques;
I am, in fact, my closest frame of reference.

At the end of the day, though,
you just have to do what you like,
for people and words shall fade
but it is what you have within that stays.