Why does it have to be sad?
Why do I have to smile?
It's not all good.
It's mostly bad.
Look at this world filled with death, mutations, violations. Yes there's beauty but there's so much ugly that it overwhelms the beauty.
I only have my truth as my salvation.
Don't ask me shit.
I don't know.
Find your own truths or hide behind your lies.
I don't care.
I can't care.
I don't have enough space inside my body to be able to care.
Take care of yourself I'll take care of me.
I'm okay you're okay whatever the fuck that means.
I feel like I'm too much or not enough or whatever it is that makes me think I'm missing something.
Am I missing something? I
wish someone would tell me but I'm sure they're just trying to figure out what they're missing.
There's a difference between what I do as an artist and the pretty pictures one can paint making the world full of bright flowers and attractive women, pretty patterns and rich green plants.
It's all good sort of thing.
There's a part inside of me that wants to scream instead of laugh that wants to cry in the silences and slam into you when you're cruel and run away when you fall apart or push you off the cliff and step on your fingers if you try to hold on.
I want to run into your arms and wrap my legs around you if you try to let go.
I want to put my hands over my ears and howl if you try to pry them away.
I want to stick my finger down my throat to throw up and bite you if you try to stop me.
Does that make me a bad person?
Does hat make me wrong or dark or depressed?
Don't worry be happy it's all good.
Fuck that, yeah, fuck that in the ass.