Desensitizer

by Kaero Davis

Smokin’ drugs calms and soothes my brain,

  After long and tiring hours of being driven insane,

  It deserves more credit than just all of this blame,

  This prohibition is a damn dirty shame…

  Exit Scenario

  The people who tell you it’s bad for you will only give you a legitimate reason for why this is so. But they will also add that it is illegal and it is prohibited. My poor darling Mary-Jane. People telling you are either underinformed or misguided, but I admit I have to laugh at half of the education system myself – there’s always been a great bias in teachings where propriety is concerned, basically people making your mind up and having the power to limit what you’re being taught. About anything, and everything. There is often a disturbance over the discomfort of venturing onto something you try to share with another and its goes pear-shaped. Opinions collide and because they never know any better (they, who stand behind this ancient cause) will fight black and blue to retain their happy little organized and ordered life. No thorough research has been commissioned or deployed to better understand and develop strategies to allow whomever within the society to contribute as they normally do but have as equal opportunity to be considered appropriately of. That everybody remains equal no matter what they do – it doesn’t damage their reputation, except for those stupid friggin’ idiots that don’t have as well of a handle on shit as they claim, and they are still everywhere.

  Enter Scenario

  The elements are unpredictable. Air is unpredictable. And such precious element we need to survive – to breathe. Precious oxygen, yet dangerous when various pressures clash together – as temperatures change and smash together in patterns – causing vicious storms. High winds, dangerously sending debris wildly flying overhead and creating a flurry of destruction in its wake. Spiralling, twisting, cycling around, it’s devastating.

  The Element Of Air

  From a faint breeze,

  To a force at high velocity,

  Air is unpredictable,

  Aftermath can be miserable,

  No one ever knows,

  Which way it’s gonna go,

  It may surely slow, but it may also grow,

  Best prepare before it shows,

  Tie it all down, keep it intact,

  Stand your ground, it may come back,

  God help us when it hits,

  “The wind it ripped like razors”

  “Irregular patterned weather behaviour’s,”

  “Well it was quick, rapid, came and gone without warning,”

  “(distraught cries) just look at our house…it’s destroyed!”

  “Well it was quick, rapid, came and gone without warning,”

  “Trees over there, just snapped like tooth picks…”

  Spiralling, cycling, twisting around,

  Ripping up, spitting out earth from the ground,

  In a dire need for a sanctuary found,

  From the rippling, thundering, ear-splitting sound,

  Some folk missed their chance to escape,

  Reckless and unwittingly gambled their fate,

  Lost in the jigsaw of a house blown to bits,

  Crying; ‘God help us all, it’s finally hit,’

  From a faint breeze,

  To a force at high velocity,

  Air is unpredictable,

  The aftermath is miserable,

  No one ever knew,

  The debt of nature’s due,

  Maddening still more folk true,

  Whenever a gust may brew,

  Exit Scenario

  Nothing’s built to last forever; and somethings really aren’t built to withstand high tensile climates. An ‘act of god’ can happen at anywhere at any time and you can only really run so far so fast. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be, and we are fools to think we can outsmart or outrun natural disasters. There are some foolish folk out there still who’ll take risks and charge recklessly on through the storms. Some of us will have what it takes to survive, and some of us won’t. Count your blessings and thank your lucky stars if you do survive. And if you survive – will life still be the same as it was before?

  Enter Scenario

  Hmmmmm… these hazy greys… that split moment in time when all is equal and you just float, float between one moment and the next, vacant – yet vague emotion. Almost a stagnant still – sickening yet peaceful, and a split through states of mind. No feeling. Lack of feeling. Absence of feeling – you just drift. Carelessly bored yet calm-fully peaceful. Strange. Yes, that is what the grey feels like to me. Thoughts flicker like dulled candlelight through a light breeze. Where once you might have raged or silently sobbed in misery – all is still and there is no emotion touched, reached through these hazy greys. Empty almost, lifeless like. Yes…strange…

  The Grey

  It’s when the lines are blurred,

  Conscience may dessert,

  The matter’s gone, spin the bottle,

  Karma blind but full throttle,

  The point where black and white fade,

  The dulling grey, initiate,

  Right and wrong, the matter’s gone,

  Where do you start to write the song?

  Deranged or sane,

  Where do you point the blame?

  The lines of black and white are blurred,

  Conscience will dessert,

  It’s when the lines are blurred,

  Conscience may dessert,

  The matter’s gone, spin the bottle,

  Karma blind but full throttle

  Full throttle for the karma blind,

  Who and how do you make your mind,

  Initiate, the dulling grey,

  Conscience course in aimless stray,

  It’s when the lines are blurred,

  Conscience may dessert,

  The matter’s gone, spin the bottle,

  Karma blind but full throttle

  Exit Scenario

  And I’ve been there before. Countless times. You can be disconnected and watch from afar the meaningless quarrels and squabbles by those who might otherwise taint you but through these hazy greys – no effect is of any avail. And people look at you strangely as if to say; “Hello – is somebody in there” and you want to say yes but you choose to remain silent – frown in concentration to the bliss of these dulling, hazy grey moments. The bliss. And there is nothing quite like it. A scatter whilst entranced to a stare. And people around worry. They can tell when you’re truly not there in the moment, they know when you’re not present even though your body is, your physical self. An inward yet very outward space. Bliss, but strange…

  Enter Scenario

  People might laugh and pick on you, pick at you and point out all your mistakes – but god help them when the pressure turns on them. They’re fucked, useless. If you happen to be the butt of everyone’s jokes and you’re always singled out – ride that wave for as long as you can – own it, make it yours and see their reaction as they notice it doesn’t affect you the way they first saw it did. The thing is these fuckwits that pick on you are only trying to make you feel as miserable and lonely and hurt as they are themselves on the inside. These fuckers don’t want to be alone – they can’t handle it, and by beating you down they’re making certain they aren’t alone. Use that to your advantage – play on it, and when they see it doesn’t affect you anymore they’ll soon change the way they treat you, they might get more defensive or offensive but if you can see the hurt they feel – stick that psychic knife in deeper, and fuck them with it.

  The Joker

  Take a laugh at me,

  The funniest fucker you might see,

  Outstanding, stranded in repeat,

  Astounding how it’s mystery,

  Go ahead and laugh at the stupid shit I do,

&nbs
p; The fact still remains we’re distracted from you,

  But watch me as I play on the situation,

  For someone’s bound to get a kick off my humiliation,

  But there’s sides to me you’ll never see,

  And maybe deep inside you’re more like me,

  I’m a fearless fool when my shits just fucked,

  In a fierce duel with sly trickster’s luck,

  High stake mistake mid game play,

  Might suddenly make you rue that day,

  So, witness the rise of a successful no-hoper,

  Beware surprise if you flip the Joker…

  Exit Scenario

  While you’re the main point of focus, others are virtually invisible amidst their like. Maybe it couldn’t hurt to make them face what they’re not dealing with either, shit – bring it out to the attention of others. It’s not okay to torment others, and those cunts need to know. Make them know you’ll not tolerate it for a second. Stamp that shit out. Put your tormentors in the corner, and they’ll stumble cause they’ve really got no good reason to do it to you. And there IS no decent excuse – especially if they know better, just make them know. Tell ’em.

  Enter Scenario

  “God! Fuck! This game is boring – I can’t believe I paid that much for tickets, dude – I wanna bail…”

  “”C’mon – What? No man, this is epic – how often are we free to do this?”

  “How often are we free to do this? – you’ve just given me an idea –,”

  “Oh No- not that look – I hate it when you get that look in your eye, it means you’re about to do something reckless, immature, and irresponsible.”

  “Uh-huh”

  “Please – don’t – I’ve got mates who watch the game religiously, you’ll embarrass me – DON’T!”

  “Relax man, it’ll be funny, it’s one of those things you absolutely have to do before you die! Everyone’s gonna crack it man – you’ll see”

  “Why – what, What are you going to do?”

  “Nudie run,”

  “Are you kidding? No – wait, stop! Get back here now – OI! No, no, no, no, no!”

  (But it was too late, I ditched the seats where we were positioned and bolted down to the game grounds, ripping clothes off and staggering with me jeans.)

  The Streaker

  None of you look like you’re having any fun,

  So now I’m going for a nudie run,

  Watch me dance and shake my bum,

  Ladies all lickin’ their lips and gums,

  You won’t see me so obsequious,

  More like something devious,

  Sports was never meant to be played serious,

  So now I’m doing something delirious,

  You’ll all laugh as I jog around,

  And laugh even harder as I’m knocked to the ground,

  Players forget the game as they try to surround,

  To try and capture and take away this clown,

  You’ll all have a ball when you see mine,

  A memory to last you for a lifetime,

  Burning an image into your mind,

  Of the most insensible and inappropriate kind,

  Who doesn’t really love a streaker?

  The next game on will be a repeater,

  It’ll soon be a phase with many competitors,

  Making thousands laugh till they’re feeling weaker.

  Exit Scenario

  (So I piss-bolted down and jumped the barrier fully naked, the crowds were going wild with laughter – ha-ha, yeah I did it, that livened them up – this is more like it, I thought – then – whoa, whoa, - shit they’re gonna get me… I ran straight across the field and one of the players attempts to kick the ball at me but missed and several other players tried chasing me down yet to no avail. It surprised me that I was a lot quicker at sprinting than a lot of the players were. Ha-ha must have been the adrenalin of the excitement.)

  “Get him guys!” one of them yelled to a couple of others.

  (A few of them were winded as they leapt for full tackle, and then it was all over; A security guard shot me in the arse with a beanbag gun. I must have jumped a mile in the air but landed hard on the ground. The crowds were in crazy hysterical laughter as they finally caught me and carried me away. I was charged by the authorities and warned not to do it again. Ha! Silly cops, I’ll never stop – not when there’s a guaranteed laugh out of it.)

  Enter Scenario

  If authorities intrude and impede on you, is it all right to invoke the ‘invasion of privacy’ act? If you’re being responsible say, with substances and you’re not a desperate filthy junkie – or forcing, pressuring it on someone else, but rather alone and in the comfort and peace of your own domain i.e. at home, isn’t it better to just leave it be when they aren’t out there causing harm to anybody else or being unruly or disorderly? I say don’t fix what isn’t broken. People stuffing their nose where it don’t belong – and then getting their nose out of joint because they didn’t have a satisfactory result they were fishing for amidst whatever it was. And when did people stop being okay with how other people are or get up to in their leisure? When did it get intolerable or unacceptable to let people do what they love to do? It’s just like an aboriginal’s left leg – it ain’t fair and it ain’t right. You’ve gotta have a decent excuse or reason to do the things you love to do these days and it only ever gets worse – people are miseducated everywhere you look these days – sorry, ‘uneducated’ and it’s all for a form of control, we all know it. Some have more balls to say they see it, whilst others have the bigger balls to attempt to fight against the compliance and conformity that’s becoming more socially acceptable between the generations. Some of us feel like we never get away with anything while other people’s indiscretions are ignored and the focus on them is dropped. One might say it’s a whole mindset, and something that definitely requires frequent practice but, once mastered – you’re virtually untouchable. Sometimes it pays to know your shit, inside out. And it gets easier the more you do it. What you want to do is maintain the appearance that whatever circumstance plays out, you look the more less likely to have anything to do with the shit. And you’ve gotta be good at making that shit seem so painfully obvious that it’ll be the last thing anyone could accuse you of doing. And that’s a piece of my mind spoke, enjoy this…

  Valid Justification

  You might seem to always lose,

  In the times you just cannot prove,

  The things you do that other’s claim,

  Giving you a bad name,

  How about a new thought for meditation,

  Make yourself a concrete validation,

  Now who could pass plausible deniability?

  Covering your tracks with clever agility,

  If you can make them second guess,

  The heat and its’ interest will regress,

  You’ll have time to recover, rest,

  And soon be free to resume your quest,

  And you will rest justified,

  As allegations are denied,

  Should they appear ridiculous,

  You can never be too meticulous,

  You could just about do anything,

  And never feel the karmic sting,

  As long as you can cover tracks,

  The odds will never over-stack…

  Exit Scenario

  But I know you’re smart, I never really needed to rant on like that – you all knew that shit, though still, I felt compelled to vent. I get so passionate about some things – and I fire up quick. It’s gotta be said but I like to feel that others could benefit from me being so openly expressive, they feel I understand and can empathize with them and they know I can relate a good 76% of the time. I have the power to be able to calm and settle tensions with my ‘silver-ton
gue’ and I’m often irritated a lot of the time – being exhausted or stressed out that I’m not quite as quick-witted as I’d like to be, sharp and straight to the point, and on occasion quite scattered that my efforts might maybe be foiled and unsuccessful. But, validate yourself and be informed of all angles you can use to persuade your account of the happenings. Claim that the allegations are outrageous, exaggerate how impossible, how preposterous, how bizarre that allegation is. That you’re too far up-standing for this sort of business and that you feel rather so insulted so you’d feel even a courtroom would reject it and laugh it out and rule it to be ridiculous. And then that’s the time to claim a lawsuit mate, against the indecencies, the anguish, humility. No such thing as a ‘brother’s keeper’ these days – not when every man’s only in it for himself and desires only to turn out profit. Soon, you’d probably only just need to fart in the street to be then sent to lock-up over-night in the watch house. Sad isn’t it. Not the same old world it used to be – or as some remembered. A lot of us have become far too sensitive and just can’t leave shit alone. Especially when it’s none of their business and they can’t accept people or let them be. Validate and justify yourself, and express it freely when and where it can be safely negotiated.

  Enter Scenario

  “Here’s one about something I normally have trouble with, being aware of what I do or say that might impact somewhat on others. Being mindful of things whether it be saying something – or not or even just when it comes to picking up signals or other language that refers to or hints at something else. I have trouble keeping a lot of things in the back of my mind and being mindful of them when and where appropriate. Occasionally I’m not so swift or quick to the up-take. There are a lot of things I wish I could do without thinking too much about it. Things or ways that I could remember to do second nature. I was even so inspired to write about it. And this piece is just one interpretation of that. Wish I could always remember what’s important when – and I need to be in constant awareness of things so, I wish I could be like that too. I hope I might be one day.” – Rah-liel.