I think I learned some of the secrets to this whole thing, you have to be consistent and avoid the hard pops. One pop, two pops, and three pops drop. You can just as easily fade into oblivion. Or you can be the consistent hurricane that is always moving the things in its path out of its way. Now you need to cross the threshold. Where you aren I reach the point where the world is ours and we live the ultimate death, where we dont care about what people think about us.
We are already doing it in our poetry, now lets do it in real life. Are you in?