misanthrope, mystic, artist, poet, song maker, multi-instrumentalist, performer blah blah blah…
No people, No cry?
I fluctuate between full blown misanthropy and non-dual love of all. I suppose I even love my hate. Personality type: INFJ.
The shrinks don’t know what to do with me nor how to label me. Neither do my friends, family or exes. I know I drive them crazy and they can’t handle it, so these days I try to avoid humans as much as possible.
This wonderful craziness also drives the creative engines. Sometimes it feels like torture which is also quite blissful. But a bliss that burns too hot and bright for my current human form. Can’t make it stop nor want to. Art is my lifeline. This madness will probably kill me in the end or at least the part that wants to be some happy idiot. For now I’m here, duking it out with the gods. I rule the Nordic poet lands with an iron fist!
Anyways, maybe you’ll resonate with my art. Give it a chance. If you are anything like me, I sing for our kind. We don’t belong anywhere. Sometimes it sucks ballz. Other times it’s fucking magical. My happiest moments have been spent completely alone. Don’t believe the morons who force feed their selfhelp crap down your throat. They’re just addicted to lust.
I guess my songs are also a kind of distress signal like a lighthouse in the fog. I feel obligated to make music and share my songs with people because others have done it and their music has really helped me get through the hardest moments. And celebrate the best ones.
If things are going too well, I miss the misery. When I have bruises, I press them and feel pleasure with a big wicked smile staring at me in the mirror. I wink back.
Should you subscribe to my channel? No. Go back to your life. Forget that you ever saw this.
Unless… you are ready to walk on the wild side.
Enjoy 🙂
Insincerely,
Mark Lund
0ct 21, 2024
00:40AM
PS. I’m only doing this for the money and fame.