So many things have been said and done. why do it again? pleasure seeking vitality crossed with senseless mixed signals and anxiety driven thought processes. I love it, I hate it. im ultimately in the boat clashing with contradictory wind gusts. im always in a boat. and all i want is a fucking burrito.
dont forget about the world around you. whats important. the fact that i am an artist? i am not here to be a perfect visual model for anyone or anything to follow. just someone who cares, someone who listens and loves. even when i hate. i write to get it out and i feel like who the fuck cares. seriously. tell me about your bullshit problems when freedom-fighters are locked away for speaking truths. animals are being tortured the earth is being raped. im screaming inside as stimulants travel my bloodstream and withdrawing from lack of education. clamor fills the room and im hungry with distraction.Hello? Goodbye! I mean what did you expect?Be patient, one step at a time. What am i doing today? reading, writing, thinking too much. dont get so excited. its just temporary. we will die. so get it together and maybe you can make something of yourself. so much to know and seemingly so little time. when it goes by so quickly i am pressed. fucking fabulous. im tired of waiting. i keep forgetting. memories can wait. Story of my life. anything else? oh yeah, I Can't get a job. What is a universal language to someone who is blind or deaf? if they can't see or hear my work or read my words. There is a party in my mind, there always is. I want to invite people But everyone is fucking sleeping. The young minds who will one day be our future are going to pick up the slack or destroy everything inevitably. If there is a purpose for me in this world, how do i operate? is it my responsibility to educate the ignorant minds, those walking around like headless ticking timebombs? im not here to be eloquent. ok maybe a little. but ultimately its important to get my point across, and not to so much to be poetic.I think that only through the art of speaking or writing, the world will change for the better.
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