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Don’t blame the middleman
if the deal turns sour. Don’t shoot the messenger if you don’t like what you hear. I am just the messenger passing on the news (tainted by the bias of my point of view). I am just the messenger. These words in my head not really my own but planted there by some other. Who? I do not know. Don’t be angry, don’t be mad if my message is a little sad. I am just the messenger, these messages all I have. And if the message is distorted, well then, the whisperer at my ear should have shouted. Sometimes my imagination could use a hearing aid. Words carry power, words carry weight. I am just the messenger, not some weight-lifter working out in a gym. This burden more than I alone should have to bear. Not yet ready, not quite prepared to take sole responsibility (credit, discredit) for all I write and all I say (maybe a little scared). Responsibility anathema to creativity. Probably why certain historical liars declared themselves prophets and let God take the blame. Action. Reaction. Words and their consequences. Anyway it’s your choice to listen or to send me away. I am just the messenger. Cast your suspicions elsewhere. Why are you all staring at me?
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