And so I'm listening to some long lost song
from Ecco the Dolphin,
an important chapter in my life,
contemplating
the meaning of
my ferociously awkward
meeting with my new manager.

what people do to each other
for money
Is what I saw in that woman's eyes
that day.

I'm just glad I took a stand
for the happiness of humanity.

And by happiness
I mean the eternal
validation
of art:
the image of our humanity:
The true stuff "religions" are made from:
the face behind
the corporeal facade.

The woman told me i couldn't draw.

I learned something that day
giving someone on a power trip
a piece of my mind.

So to my fellow fledgling artists:
If you have something to say
Say It.

Lest you give your fate to someone else.

That life isn't for me anymore.

Its just a shame the system seems to run on
the energy of those who give it away for free
because they were too afraid to live

If ever the time comes
when the powerful "honor" me with the chance
to prosper at the suffering of others
I'm going to draw a humiliating comic about thier
moral bankruptcy and post it all over the internet.

I mean come on.....i don't want to be successful here
(I wouldn't know what to do
with success if It came up and bit me in the ass,
I'd probably use it as a towel to clean my
bicycle chain with)
I just want to use my
humble talents
to change the world.
One monkey mind at a time.
Any number between 1 and a few billion will do.
Thats all.
If its enough to make just one creep think twice
I'd consider the time, money and respect art takes from me well worth it.

You can keep your money
money-creeps.
It just poisons people anyway.
Its the kind of stuff that makes people think
its ok to separate parents from their children
because thier behavior doesn't fit the money-creep's
idea of a societal norm.

I had fun living 3 months in the woods
hiding from the "christian" soldiers.
I would have lost my mind if they gave me away
to their idea of what good parents are.