Your Vision Is Right, My Vision Is Wrong.

I thank you for doing your duty, you keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty. Your vision is right, my vision is wrong, I’m sorry for smudging the air with my song.

So once upon a time, I made me some art–


I made myself look Asian.

I made myself in to a Boticelli baby.


I put my Madigliani hat on.

I even saturated myself in stuff–


I saved it all on my hard drive for a later, further inspection–

And then. Then.

I called it a night.

I can’t much bare my country today.
I can barely bare my life–

I need to get on a plane.

I need to find me something else.

x.

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