I don’t know JACK

JACK

WOW!  Again I ramble (mostly) blank.  Jack came to mind, and, of course, his image came to mind, so I wanted the photo.  I did not have a title, so, just this once, instead of leaving it temporarily blank, I wrote “I don’t know” in the title box at the user interface.  Then, as I sought the image in another tab, I began pondering what I should title the blog, and nothing seemed to stick, so I saved the photo and called it JACK.  GOD finished the title for me.

I really LOVED this movie, “Nightmare Before Christmas,” when it came out.  At over 6′ tall, and weighing between 124 and 140 my adult life, I kinda looked like him (Now I look more like the Mayor).  Powder, the character from the movie of the same name, he was another of my nicknames.  I REALLY looked like him, dressed like him, before that movie came out.  But back to “Nightmare…” I think that I knew the entire dialog the second time that I watched it.  The whole movie seemed to make complete sense to me, seemed to speak of my life, this tall, skinny guy who hung out in his dark castle, obsessed with Halloween (until we both turned to seeking CHRISTMAS), every day was Halloween, a song by Ministry.  Written from my head:

“(Everyday Is) Halloween
Well I live with snakes and lizards
And other things that go bump in the night
Cos to me everyday is Halloween
I have given up hiding and started to fight
I have started to fight

Well any time, any place, anywhere that I go
All the people seem to stop and stare
They say ‘why are you dressed like it’s Halloween?
You look so absurd, you look so obscene’

O, why can’t I live a life for me?
Why should I take the abuse that’s served?
Why can’t they see they’re just like me
It’s the same, it’s the same in the whole wide world

Well I let their teeny minds think
That they’re dealing with someone who is over the brink
And I dress this way just to keep them at bay
Cos Halloween is everyday
It’s everyday

O, why can’t I live a life for me?
Why should I take the abuse that’s served?
Why can’t they see they’re just like me
It’s the same, it’s the same in the whole wide world

O, why can’t I live a life for me?
Why should I take the abuse that’s served?
Why can’t they see they’re just like me
I’m not the one that’s so absurd

Why hide it?
Why fight it?
Hurt feelings
Best to stop feeling hurt
From denials, reprisals
It’s the same it’s the same in the whole wide world

Took a break.  I was dancing.  Imagine that…. … … Sorry, I drifted off into PURPLE World, imagining myself dancing.  Like I did as a teen.  Both as a homosexual teen and as a heterosexual teen.  I mostly dreamed of BIG things in Dance from the homosexual parts, however.  They could imagine some REALLY BIG things.  Like Julliard, then touring the planet, then the stars, with my own Dance Troupe/Shakespearean Theatre.  Or, maybe I’d travel like Professor Marvel in the “Wizard of Oz,” in an old Gypsy Wagon that I made myself.  Naw, I’d probably have been more like a gayer version of James Franco’s character in “Oz the Great and Powerful,” lying, stealing, cheating, hoaxing, and engaging in unBiblical carnal activities like a temple prostitute.  That’s the me that was compared to Jack Skellington.

I don’t know JACK.

I know JESUS

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