The Real Me
Conclusion? What conclusion could I possibly draw from this other than the fact that, as an artist, I have successfully evolved past my past heights? No, I have no conclusions for you, book. The hypothetical reader, though, the hypothetical reader is more than welcome to draw some conclusions. That’s what art is about: the beholder getting something out of it. Humans create for other humans to enjoy, and all creativity is art. Hell, physical activity can even be art, human beings are art projects in the flesh. Life itself is an artform, and as for where life is lived… if you don’t consider the Universe to be the greatest piece of artwork that was ever created, well… fuck, man, do you really have any business living inside of Her?
If you weren’t insulted by that or the poetry in general, I genuinely do hope you enjoyed what you’ve read here. I also hope you see me, the real me, for who I am: one without a parallel. There’s not much more for me to say here; please, turn the page and read a small blurb about the photo piece I used for the back cover, taken by Michael Storm Fisher the one and only, another man lacking in parallelity. Ride in peace, Mike, your memory lives on forever.
A Note About The Back Cover
Another Mike Ride by Michael Storm Fisher
This photography work, originally titled Another Mike Ride, was taken by Michael Storm Fisher in 2009, ten full years prior to my assembling of this anthology. We see two mirrored shots of a landscape, one side with a biker and the other one barren. Mike was a special man – artistic, athletic, always one to go against the grain – he had a very unique mind in a time when so many of us were breaking our butts trying to fit in with everyone else. He tragically passed away in 2012 following a freak lightning strike accident at the park where he worked. I like call this photo My Parallel in my own head. I admittedly didn’t know him well when he was alive, but after visiting his brother Zak, who’s a good friend of mine, and spending a lot of time talking about the kind of human he was, I got the impression that Mike didn’t have a parallel in life, just like the biker in the photograph. He was his own man, lived by his own set of rules, and that energy radiates from this photo.
About The Author
The author… fuck it, I’m just going to say it. It’s happening. I’m finally admitting this to myself and to you, the hypothetical reader.
It… is time…
The author of these poems and thoughts? HOW?
The author is god.
Now bask in my light!
This has been the conclusion of the book A Lyme-Brained Rhyme Game. Here is everything you need to know about it:
A Lyme-Brained Rhyme Game
- A satirical poetry anthology about an author returning to his roots and evolving
- Book stats:
– 150 pages
– 26,692 words
– Spiral: The Highest One Writing | Arc: III
– Series: W-63 | Entry: 3
– Revision Date: June 11, 2021
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If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. From this day on, we move forever forward~