Ah… Voyeurs.
I see you there in the audience looking at me looking at you looking at me…
I feel it necessary in this final hour of Insanity, that I give to you the Meaning of Life. A Logical Summation of Nonsense. You’re Welcome.
I contribute this Performance to Alexandria and my three husbands.
Plato whose words did run me deep that left me forever running in circles, unable to find the beginning of the end to all of his riddles.
To my husband, Freddy Mercury, if you could please stand up…
How many you of actually looked for him?
Oh, you beautiful man of mine. I love you so much and the moment your music, your voice, and your sexy gorgeous body first graced my vision… I said, “Oh my god, when that man sings, he sings just for me.” Your courage on the stage, flaunting your gorgeous “As I am” ass… not giving a damn about what anyone thinks of your authentic self, inspired me to have courage on stage, flaunt my gorgeous “As I am” ass… not giving a damn about what anyone thinks of my authentic self. Thank you baby. I love you.
PS – We’re out of cat litter.
To John Lennon. Who gave the world Imagine so that it would reach my ears in just the right moment in just the right time… over and over and over and over… to inspire me to give back to the world… Imagination and to show me exactly how to do it. Thank you.
To Plato… for all that you did. For all that you built… For all that you ended and began…
To Victor Hugo, Gaston Leroux, Edgar Allen Poe, Giacomo Puccini, Vincent Van Gogh, Shakespeare, and Miguel de Cervantes. Thank you. For your Hope and Beauty that reached me in my Darkest of Days.
Miquel de Cervantes. Within Don Quixote’s Madness it was there that I found my sanity, my logic, my own Understanding and Remembering. If the Madness of your Imagination could save me, them maybe can save them. Thank you.
To Juanito. My Imp King. My Point of Relativity. My Home. You who reached into the Sewage, took me by the hand, and pulled me into you and said, “Use me to heal.” You who saw and danced with the Goddess and Queen when the sewage and filth made everyone else see a Kitchen Whore. You who manifested my healing so I could manifest yours.