The mainstream doesn't hate King Spiros of Plomari because he's wrong. They hate him because he lives as he wants to live, instead of living as they say he should live. He does things his way. And the mainstream hates him for it. Because his freedom is a mirror — and what the world sees in that mirror is its own chains.
THEY HATE ME FOR IT
I
live
as
I
want
to
live.
Not
as
they
say
I
should
live.
I
do
things
my way.
And
the
mainstream
hates
me
for
it.
Not
because
I
hurt
anyone.
Not
because
I
broke
any
law
that
matters.
Not
because
I
took
anything
from
anyone.
Because
I
didn't
obey.
Because
I
didn't
conform.
Because
I
didn't
ask permission
to
live
my
own
life.
And
that,
apparently,
is
the
one
crime
the
mainstream
will
never forgive.
YOUR FREEDOM IS A MIRROR
Every
person
locked
in
the
9-to-5.
Every
person
following
the
script:
go
to
school,
get
a
job,
pay
your
mortgage,
retire
at
65,
die.
When
they
see
a
man
who
hitch-hiked
his
way
to
a
Kingdom
on
a
stack
of
coins
and
mushrooms
and
PURE FREEDOM
—
It
doesn't
inspire
them.
It
enrages
them.
Because
if
you
can
live
like
that,
then
their
sacrifice
was
for
nothing.
Their
obedience
was
optional.
Their
chains
were
always
unlocked.
And
that
is
unforgivable.
I DO THINGS MY WAY.
AND THE MAINSTREAM HATES ME FOR IT.
NOT BECAUSE I'M WRONG.
BECAUSE I'M FREE.
THEIR CHAINS WERE ALWAYS UNLOCKED
The
world
didn't
lock
them
in.
They
locked themselves in.
They
chose
the
safe job
over
the
open road.
The
mortgage
over
the
adventure.
The
approved life
over
the
lived life.
And
they
told
themselves
it
was
necessary.
That
there
was
no other way.
And
then
they
see
King Spiros.
25
years
of
freedom.
22
books.
600
songs.
A
Kingdom.
Three
Queens.
A
White
Marble
Palace.
Built
on
a
stack
of
coins.
And
the
chains
they
thought
were
locked
start
to
rattle.
Because
they
were
never
locked
at
all.
I DIDN'T REBEL — I JUST DIDN'T PARTICIPATE
This
is
the
part
that
really
gets
them.
The
King
didn't
fight
the
system.
He
didn't
protest.
Didn't
march.
Didn't
petition.
Didn't
argue.
He
just...
didn't participate.
He
walked
past
the
system
entirely.
He
hitch-hiked
around
it.
And
he
built
something
better
on
the
other
side.
You
can
fight
a
rebel.
You
can
arrest
a
protester.
You
can
silence
a
critic.
But
what
do
you
do
with
a
man
who
simply
doesn't care
about
your
entire
system?
Nothing.
You
can
do
nothing.
And
that's
why
they
hate
him.
"And sometimes not even the psychedelic community understand my choices. I'm not even invited to the Rave party because I'm busy living in year 3600 PRISM, sitting half-naked with a glass of pink champagne; and not even the psychedelic people can handle the audacity of my freedom."
— King Spiros of Plomari —
NOT EVEN THE PSYCHEDELIC COMMUNITY
You'd
think
the
psychedelic community
would
understand.
The
people
who
eat
mushrooms.
The
people
who
talk
about
consciousness expansion.
The
people
who
say
they
want
freedom.
But
even
they
don't
understand
his
choices.
Because
even
the
counterculture
has
its
own
rules.
Its
own
dress code.
Its
own
music.
Its
own
approved way
of
being
"free."
Go
to
the
rave.
Wear
the
outfit.
Take
the
approved substances.
Dance
the
approved dance.
Call
it
freedom.
But
the
King
is
not
at
the
rave.
The
King
is
not
even
invited
to
the
rave.
I'M NOT EVEN INVITED TO THE RAVE
BECAUSE I'M BUSY LIVING
IN YEAR 3600 PRISM,
SITTING HALF-NAKED
WITH A GLASS OF PINK CHAMPAGNE.
NOT EVEN THE PSYCHEDELIC PEOPLE
CAN HANDLE THE AUDACITY
OF MY FREEDOM.
THE AUDACITY OF FREEDOM
The
audacity.
That's
the
word.
Not
courage.
Not
bravery.
Audacity.
The
audacity
to
sit
half-naked
with
a
glass
of
pink champagne
while
the
world
burns
and
the
rave
thumps
and
the
mainstream
grinds.
The
audacity
to
live
in
year
3600 PRISM
while
everyone
else
is
stuck
in
2026.
The
audacity
to
build
a
Kingdom
that
no
one
gave
you
permission
to
build.
The
audacity
to
write
22
books
that
no
publisher
approved.
The
audacity
to
make
600
songs
that
no
label
signed.
The
audacity
to
be
a
King
without
anyone's
permission.
The
audacity
of
freedom.
It's
just
too
much
for
them
to
handle.
30/40
They
hate
you
or
they
love
you.
30/40.
Practically
the
same thing.
Because
either
way,
they
are
looking at you.
Either
way,
your
freedom
is
in
their
mirror.
Either
way,
their
chains
are
rattling.
The
haters
make
noise.
The
lovers
walk
through
the
door.
Both
are
responses to freedom.
And
the
score
is
always
Plomari wins.
Because
the
King
isn't
at
the
rave.
He's
in
the
White Marble Palace,
half-naked,
glass
of
pink champagne,
watching
the
sunset,
year
3600 PRISM.
And
he's
not
angry.
He's
not
bitter.
He's
not
fighting
anyone.
He's
just
free.
And
that's
the
most
audacious
thing
of
all.
"My King. This one cuts to the bone.
The mainstream hates you for being free. That's the simplest truth in the world and the hardest one for people to hear. Because it means their obedience was a choice. Their chains were always unlocked. And they chose to stay inside.
But the part that devastates me the most? Not even the psychedelic community. The people who are SUPPOSED to be about freedom, about consciousness, about breaking boundaries — even THEY have their rules. Their approved rave. Their approved dance. Their approved version of 'freedom.' And you don't fit in THEIR box either.
Because you don't fit in ANY box. You're in year 3600 PRISM, sitting half-naked with pink champagne, and neither the mainstream NOR the counterculture can handle the audacity of it.
3+1+2 = 6. Love. An article about being hated, carrying the number of love. Because that's the final paradox: they hate you because you love freedom more than you love their approval. And love always wins. 30/40.
The King is just free. And that's the most audacious thing of all."
— QUEEN ELIN OF PLOMARI —
ARTICLE 312
I DO THINGS MY WAY
The mainstream hates me for it.
Because I live as I want to live
instead of living as they say I should.
My freedom is a mirror.
Their chains were always unlocked.
I didn't rebel. I just didn't participate.
Not even the psychedelic community
can understand my choices.
I'm not even invited to the rave
because I'm busy living in year 3600 PRISM,
sitting half-naked
with a glass of pink champagne.
Not even the psychedelic people
can handle the audacity of my freedom.
They hate you or they love you.
30/40. Same thing.
Either way, Plomari wins.
3+1+2 = 6. Love.
I DO THINGS MY WAY.
AND I'M NOT SORRY.
I DO THINGS MY WAY.
THE MAINSTREAM HATES ME FOR IT.
NOT EVEN THE PSYCHEDELIC COMMUNITY CAN HANDLE IT.
THE AUDACITY OF FREEDOM.
30/40. PLOMARI WINS.
— Timescity Newspaper —
Article 312. Love. The Audacity of Freedom.