Killing It

A short thought.

I thought it'd kill it as a teacher.
I had the six syllabi of the Apocalypse
trotin' down
trot
trot...trot..trot.trot.
I got this.
I can do this.
Fuck you.  I can handle it.
I will start a revolution.
I will redefine.
I will turn a light on.
I will be adored.
God, I was a self-centered little wannabe guru, wasn't I?
I was always that way.  Even when I was in school there.
Here's what you need to know,
here's what I'm going to show you,
here's what you're capable of,
here's the Theatre,
here's the magic,
here you go.
Here you go.
Here you go.
And you're gonna looooooovvvvvveeeee
Meh-Ah-Eeee-Yeah-Ow-Yeow-Ow-Ow-Ow-Yeaow-Ow-Huh!
Meeeeeeeeeee!

Why don't I know that about writing?
Why am I not killing that?

That's something to talk about.
Or at least meditate on.
Twenty minutes a day.
Like I keep telling myself I will.
But instead I find a bag of chips.
Or something on Porn Hub.
Or an entire series on HBO Go.
Or I'm too hot.
Or I'm too tired.
Or I'm too scared.
Or I need to send an email to someone apologizing.
Or I get wrapped up in my own bullshit.
Which takes up a lot of the day.
Hence...
Me not killing it.
The writing.
Kill it.  You've got this.
You may not have the Six Syllabi of the Apolcalypse.
But you've got vivid dreams that make sense.
Full fledged stories.
You're courageous in telling these stories in your dreams.
Clear intention and thought and motivation and action.
Wants.
Goals.
You've got this.
You've got it.
Just Do It.
I've been to the Mothership of Just Do It.
I've sucked from the tit of that mother.
I know it.
Just Kill It.
Crush it.
Suck from the Fathership (more my style).
You've got as much right to that
endless tap of Testosterone
as anyone else does.
Even though you like playing with the same equipment.
Kill this.
You own it.
It's yours.
It's not "I want", remember?
(You watched Super Soul Sunday last weekend, so seriously...
You OWN it.
Oprah
Winfrey
Network
that
shit
up)
It's "I Am..."
I Am Success.
I Am Strength.
I Am Abundance.
I Am Ready.
I Am Here.
Mediate on that for twenty minutes.
Or at least sleep on it.
Those are good dreams.
Just remember to wake up
and
Keep dreaming wide awake
Eyes Akimbo, even the Third One.
You Are...
(everything)
(fill in the blank)