hellsforheroes

Is it vastly different to think, that a man has a shot, with all the dreams that circle in the quiet pondering manic moments, is it fare, yes fare to think that I might be able to sling the guns of movie making magic, the grand west abridged by alchemy and fancy footwork, dancing , two step, tip toed, I dont care, just the desert and a dream, one shot, maybe two, but honestly just chances to make something beyond the scope, some chance to given license to ponder universes with other worldly kin like myself, and conjure the master, a certain joy to the emblazoned trophy of general populace, the folk that might understand, the general epiphany for the common good, the images of blowing someones mind, blowing someones mind, it maybe the only pursuit worthy, freeing a mind, like kissing god, whether I am handing an apple or not to the knowledge askew, the truth isI dont know, if ignorance is bliss, I was never born with it, at least not the visible kind, only the integrity kind, but beyond that, a chip is a chip, I shall blow their minds, as a snakes metaphor, abolished by hope, forgiving myself for failing, and still believing.