B (on social media): I love this album, No Faith in Strangers

A: No Faith in Strangers. Did you want to talk about this motif? I’m figuring out why we trust the strangest strangers. It’s because they are vulnerable.

B: It’s an album title.

B: Fuck you.

Commentary is the Catalyst that makes Cannon possible. The looking back and finding out why if not true. It’s not true that I want this person to eat shit and die, but I feel like that because it was a waste of my time to ask the long question only to get the short answer. No one likes that. It’s a form of mental love rejection.

Friends? I seem to ask. “No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Is my response. That used to hurt so I invented a world where I could retreat. A safe world where “friends” didn’t matter. I had books. It wasn’t enough. They didn’t understand. There was no back and forth that implies understanding.

It was okay. I knew that it was a book and it would never get me like a “real person.” I knew that I could be my own best friend, but not right away. I had to figure out who I was and who I wasn’t. Who I wasn’t would then be my friend.

Because, I love them. Because they are beautiful. Because they helped me when no one else would and now I want them to help others but they don’t trust me
I need the power of art to lure people to my world and then show them my understanding of them is real and infinite and the world we create together is real and infinite and we can play together. Inception meets Edge of Tomorrow.
Every day is the dreamiest game and it’s through others we can validate whole worlds and it doesn’t matter if they are real if they are helpful to getting something more out of life.

That seems to be the idea behind improv
Yes. But it’s temporary. I’m talking permanent improv.
Where we can wear our characters longer.
I loved that guy you were in good bad worst.
I think someone loved Pierre Escargot. He was the first that has a real name.
The french painter cubist I could never be. I want to write his song because he can’t.

Haha
You are asking me the questions I can’t ask myself.
Our understanding is subjective, but sharing requires a bit of objectivity. What then?
I want to bridge the introvert and the extrovert and that’s what the duo does. It creates a safe environment where the weird reigns.
Physical love is hard because we hope for the best when we judge on appearances.
Mental love is hard because physical chemistry is important and sometimes impossible.
Polyamoury is one way of addressing that we are faceted beings with different magnets that push and pull us towards and away.
I don’t want to fight the tides of my soul, I want to document them and bring them to light so I can swim.
I don’t want to be the only one swimming because it’s no fun. I want to share the xperience of using improv to create real characters. that make so much sense they get developed in the same timescale so they can play together.
Necessity is the Mother of Invention. My needs have been met for so long it’s time to think “wants.” My wants are so long I’m following the tail hoping to find the animal.

I speak in Yellow Words. They are the beach of two different cultures coming together. I’m asking those around me to walk on this beach. The rocks are uncomfortable and the journey is long but at the end is a pot of gold of understanding. It’s something that I know we both want.

All they see is the sour grapes. The road is different for each person and they assume that I’m on the wrong beach, but it’s my beach. I created it because I knew that some people would want to go there. I have to believe that because I love being there. It’s up to me to work hard for understanding. Harder than I ever worked before. Talking to others helps me figure out what the magic words are. What would I need to tell you to get you to walk a beach with me? What would be the right thing to say?

Trust and the issues of no self-trust. People were raised by their functional family first. They were never really understood. The power of the duo is that you only need one other person to believe you to share ideas. The interesting part is when that  person listens and adds to what you have to say. You’ve become something more, something better, something wonderful. A brilliant hybrid.

I had a sister who was my other and we invented worlds where we were anything and we tapped into them to assuage our fears. My sister was afraid of being alone in the bathroom, so instead of never addressing her needs, she invented a world for us to play in. In the bathroom. That is powerful because we shared something real, intimate and really not normal, but it showed me the power of play and how it can address fears that are irrational with a solution that’s illogical unless you are a kid and you know how powerful scenes can be. They make the mundane fun.

Yellow words make my world fun. I want others to be there with me and I know they can be if they imagine. Truly imagine.