Thread by @hendry_hugh

I’ve been reading and thinking again...

A stylish person is consciously concerned about their appearance and tends to conform to the latest fashion.
Style however is unconscious, many prefer timeless.

I spent my youth literally sifting through inventories of timelessness seeking a path to leave my grey world behind

Style was a way of existing, a life full of possibility, of everything that life can afford, of everything that I lacked at the time. I made a pact with myself.

Style's what you got before society steps in with its rules and laws governing your behaviour – you're wearing your mask, right? Nique les masques !

Oops, where was I before I was overcome with all things rap français?

Yes, this life force - style - it creates experiences. At least it did for me.

But experiences are not something you own. For e.g. I can lose all my money or all your attention but i can't lose all my experiences.

The key is not to lose touch with these experiences because they're vibrations, i hope mine are good...? Experiences create the invisible force that others use to define our fears, our limitations. Always feel the vibe.

Sometimes it’s as though you’d need to be mad to be normal. Loose contact with your experiences and you lose friends and influence. Harness them and woe betide those who under-estimate you

I'm getting closer to sharing my sorcerer's tale. To describing the intense psychotic cacophony that’s been with me all my age. For me it was a rage. Sometimes I just knew; the future felt inevitable even if it wasn’t obvious to the many. I'll put my latest film out later today

youtube.com/channel/UCs4X8…

I used to be provoked by the holes and gaps in other people’s consciousness, to those moments when their shared experiences seemed to count for less and less, when their vibrations became errant and distorted my universe and my way of thinking.

This is what I call the errant philosophy of deviant contrarians pursuing trends against the collected wisdom of the many.

So, trust the vibe...be sensitive to the forces coming from the perimeter's edge of your conscience thinking. Maybe then, all you Wanna-Be shamans can follow my path. I just wonder how many of you really want to suffer like I did.

I’m soon going to explain how i fought the inevitable for so long, trying to harness my mind to the future.
It’s like art. Almost always, ART transgresses rules. However, not every transgression represents great art. Boy could I write a book on that...

If you’re going to misbehave you better learn how to misbehave properly. It’s called curiosity.

And then i stopped...
Why stop?

Because sobriety is an essential discipline for a life spent as a shaman. Have you ever read about these isolated Indian tribes in the Amazon and greater Asia? Almost always, they have their shamans but boy what a precarious position.

To be a shaman is to expose oneself to danger – mortality or ridicule – sometimes they feel the same. The murder of tribal shamans is considered legitimate; it’s destiny. Smart sorcerers make alliances and live a life of austere self-discipline. They endure longer than most

Contrast the image of the modern hedge fund manager - cosy, safe and professional. Applying any of those words to me is something of a challenge. Fifteen years was a lifetime. Mortality beckoned. Irony and paradox, shamans need sobriety whilst I sought notoriety...

Sometimes when I read your responses, I think that all we’re interested in is seeing ourselves like little piggies wallowing in a trough, but I always preferred talking pigs to bankers...I’ll huff and I’ll puff...for sure I will...I’ll blow your damn house down...

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