DEAR, VERY FEW, AND IF I MAY SAY, RATHER SELECT READERS,
LEMME NOT WASTE TIME WITH POINTLESS INTROS, SINCE THOSE I’M WRITING 2 ALREADY KNOW THE DECEPTION BEHIND THE “NOBILITY” LABEL THAT’S BEEN FORCED ON ME SINCE BIRTH. PUT ASIDE THE CROWN, THAT HEAVY ORNAMENT THAT’S NEVER HAD VALUE EXCEPT MAKING US SLAVES 2 AN HONOR WE DON’T WANT, AND LET ME WRITE AS A FREE MAN, NO LONGER “WORTHY” OF SITTING AT THOSE HIGH TABLES WHERE THE BOURGEOISIE, IN ALL ITS SHINY MEDIOCRITY, MOCKS ANY FORM OF REAL PASSION.
HERE I AM, I’M KAKAKAZ, OR THAT’S WHAT THEY CALL ME; A REFLECTION OF A MIND THAT’S FREE 2 EXPRESS ITSELF, A DREAM ACCOMPLICE, THE LAST OF THE ROMANTICS. A SOLITARY SOUL, WHO KNOWS THAT BEAUTY’S FOUND IN THE RUINS OF WHAT’S BEEN.
IF, LIKE ME, U’RE TIRED OF BLAND TALKS AND FAKE CEREMONIES, IF U THINK BROKEN HEARTS HAVE MORE STYLE THAN VICTORIES, AND IF YOUR IDEA OF HAPPINESS IS A WALK IN THE RAIN, LISTENING 2 A SAD OPERA, THEN U’RE ALSO KAKAKAZ — AN ACT OF REBELLION, A DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE FROM A SOCIETY THAT’S ALWAYS TRYING 2 STRIP US OF OUR AUTHENTICITY.
THOSE WHO WEAR KAKAKAZ ARE ALWAYS SEARCHING 4 A START THAT NEVER COMES, WITH THE FEELING SOMETHING WENT WRONG — BUT THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT WE LIKE. THE DISSONANCE, THE RESTLESSNESS, THE SUBTLE IRONY OF BEING IN THE RIGHT PLACE BUT AT THE WRONG TIME.
FINALLY, BE WHO U ARE. LIVE LIGHT, LIKE U’VE GOT NOTHING 2 LOSE BUT EVERYTHING 2 DISCOVER.
THERE IS NO AUDIENCE RESERVED FOR NOBLES HERE, NO STAGE DIVIDING WINNERS FROM LOSERS.
OUR CIRCUS GATHERS EVERYTHING: BLIND PAINTERS, WEARY DANCERS, CORRUPT POLITICIANS, SLEEPLESS NURSES, DESPERATE THIEVES, FAITHFUL LOVERS, OBSESSED POETS.
KAKAKAZ BREATHES IN THE CRACKS OF THE CITIES, IN THE NOISE OF TAGS ON THE WALLS, IN THE SILENCES OF HOSPITAL ROOMS, IN EXCESS AND IN ABSENCE; IT BREATHES IN THE SHARP STRIKE OF SKATEBOARDS CARVING WOUNDS INTO THE ASPHALT. IT IS THE OFF-KEY MUSIC OF FREEDOM, THE HEARTBEAT OF THOSE WHO REFUSE TO STOP.
IT IS THE PLACE WHERE PROHIBITIONS TURN INTO SCENERY, BORDERS INTO DUST, AND BEAUTY APPEARS PRECISELY WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS LOST.
IT IS NOT ABOUT CHOOSING A SIDE: IT IS ABOUT EXISTING ANYWAY.
WITH IRONY AND A BIT OF MADNESS, NOW CROWNLESS,
KAKAKAZ
