Allie X

Allie X offers herself to you, body and blood
but Allie X is not your savior.
nor a glitchy technicolor idol for you to pray to through an iPhone screen.
Though Katy Perry endorsed her and hundreds of thousands are streaming her,
She’s not a GIF-making saint for you to worship on Tumblr
She’s not a celebrity either, in the traditional sense.
she’s not a poster for you to hang on your wall
to listen to the sound of your own blood
or an archetype to mold yourself into.
Allie X is not a role model.

She’s the shell you press to your ear
coursing through your veins.
She’s the echo of your isolated soul
trapped in a body
attempting release through ecstatic dance.

Allie X makes pop music—electronic, detuned, glimmering confections
doomed idealism, shadow selves, cruel doctors,
Not everything made from the dredged up bits of her fragmented past
woven from egoic dreams,
but don’t be fooled.
are so easily reassembled.
The girl behind the glasses
under a curtain of hair
is not someone you will ever know.

You can imitate her:
Adopt her alien diet.
Renounce sugar.
Implant yourself in a new city
You can be a trained classical pianist,
A self taught producer,
but the question remains
Are you closer to finding yourself?
A failed thespian,

Consider the X:
The variable of possibility. The site of treasure. The doorway to freedom.
Wander dimensions of your mind where painful past meets glittering future.
Watch as the forms around you coalesce into light.
Search the structure of your psyche.
Spin around in a circle.
Find truth in disorientation.
Add X to your own equation.
Become your own savior.
Begin your own Xploration.