The dark side of Fairy World

Ever encounter Fairies? Those impeccable people who are always on point with their outer appearance and their social presentation. Maybe they hold some qualities that you always admired, aspiring to but not quite achieving those qualities. Yeah, I met plenty of fairies in my life. Initially intrigued, there’s certainly a lure there, wandering through the “magical” presentation of their world. How do they manage such perfection? Until you cross over to the dark side of Fairy World. No humanity allowed. God forbid you show true emotion. Or do anything that involves the spilling of and maybe even sharing of bodily fluids. Fairies fall apart at that point. You have officially contaminated their perfect appearance and therefore shall not be tolerated. Maybe at a cordial distance. They are so hung up on the appearance of things, the appearance of themselves to others that they are unable to penetrate their own superficiality. Freaking out at their own depth of aliveness. So I’ve had my fill of grazing through Fairy World. I prefer to hang out with ogres and trolls, dancing along in the madness of all that’s human, gushing over, joining into other’s sense of being alive.