Iamnotacrook
Senior Don Juan
When a soul is so powerful, creative and candecent it lives forever.
It passes to the next conduit.
For years now, I haven't spoken about my death. I eventually thought it must've just been a dream I was remembering. I always thought something was up, but I refused to connect any dots. Until today, I didn't even know who I was. I've had memories of pointless things I've done first-hand, places I've been, that were seemingly before my time.
I died at age 24, approximately 50 years ago. I don't know if I've had other existences between then and now, but I know that for certain.
Here is who I used to be:
http://www.jamesdeangallery.com/Photoarchive/jd1942.jpg
^^I looked EXACTLY like this when I was 15, albeit skinny as hell.
http://www.jamesdeangallery.com/Photoarchive/flecked.jpg
I think we can all agree his andronynous sexuality oozes from the images in an enigmatic fashion.
http://www.jamesdeangallery.com/Photoarchive/giant.jpg
http://www.jamesdeangallery.com/Photoarchive/eden.jpg
His soul passed into mine like a conduit, a vessel. I am James Dean incarnate, the bearing of defiant/rebellious tidings.
I think I'll keep that to myself from now on, though.
It passes to the next conduit.
For years now, I haven't spoken about my death. I eventually thought it must've just been a dream I was remembering. I always thought something was up, but I refused to connect any dots. Until today, I didn't even know who I was. I've had memories of pointless things I've done first-hand, places I've been, that were seemingly before my time.
I died at age 24, approximately 50 years ago. I don't know if I've had other existences between then and now, but I know that for certain.
Here is who I used to be:
http://www.jamesdeangallery.com/Photoarchive/jd1942.jpg
^^I looked EXACTLY like this when I was 15, albeit skinny as hell.
http://www.jamesdeangallery.com/Photoarchive/flecked.jpg
I think we can all agree his andronynous sexuality oozes from the images in an enigmatic fashion.
http://www.jamesdeangallery.com/Photoarchive/giant.jpg
http://www.jamesdeangallery.com/Photoarchive/eden.jpg
His soul passed into mine like a conduit, a vessel. I am James Dean incarnate, the bearing of defiant/rebellious tidings.
I think I'll keep that to myself from now on, though.