It's the end of a well trodden path, I am not where I want to be nor lost; I am hidden in dusty archives, under decades of questioning that word, that world called TRUTH. Yea, truth is best uncovered, no matter how cold it is, how old it is and where it leaves us. Truth can lead to blindness. You know about this, am I right again?
The new moon is in Virgo, she said.
That's gotta mean something.
Why Bob Marley? What does his photo have to do with anything. His truth lead him to his death. Cancer on the toe. Lose a toe, save your life. That wasn't Bob's truth now was it? He chose to keep his body intact, be a true Rastafarian and save his soul instead. Personally, I would offer my toe to the devil himself if it came down to my life. So, why am I writing any of this, why do you read what I write and will I dare to let the proverbial cat out of the bag? That is, am I going to tell you the story of ROCK. The whole story, nothing but the truth, so help me Bob.
You decide. You the reader must decide if you want the whole she/he/they-bang, not just my toe; you get all or nothing.
About the Creator
ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
Admin. Vocal Social Society
Find me: @andreapolla63.bsky.social
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Comments (8)
This is a very interesting introduction to the story of you (which I assume that we will get just by reading all of your writing). The Bob Marley toe story was a captivating way to ask the reader whether they want just a slice of you or the whole thing. It really pulls the reader in and makes them think. Well done.
What does it profit us to gain the world but lose our soul, eh? Yet there are means and ways beyond what others believe, as they idly pass their days, and why should we disavow them their joy for a truth they cannot perceive, knowing that what is important is not what they take, but what we leave? I'm always happy to listen to your truth, however, but like the old curmudgeon who I quote below, I am one of those damned philosophers, for whom truth is always all that remains. “Truth is no prostitute, that throws herself away upon those who do not desire her; she is rather so coy a beauty that he who sacrifices everything to her cannot even then be sure of her favour.” -Arthur Schopenhauer
Tell it, Rock!
A splendid prologue, now I want it all.
Yup. I want to hear it.
Love the way you introduce this. I'd take the whole!
I want everything hehehehehehehe
Interesting...