Go back to being YOU!
People instead of critizing who they know but don't understand. Perfect example, my father. He knows me, but he dosen't understand me. Does he care too? He should be happy that he gave birth to someone with their own fucking mind, that dosen't just go along with everything that people say because it's what I am suppose to do. What I am suppose to do dosen't matter to me, what I'm doing matters.
I like to paint my pictures and smoke and dance around my room wildly to whichever band I feel like at the current moment. (Like the Dandy Warhols with Kim, even though she won't show Joe her dance.)
I like to raise the bar and create my own standards for human existance, for my human existance. If without this chance to be this person that I so chose to be, I'd say FUCK HUMANITY to it's pitiful end it will one day experiance. All I want is the chance to be who I feel like being, who I really am. Not some mundane 9 - 5 psycho path molesting little children because the workforce had driven me to a point of insanity. Which I know beyond a doubt, it will. I am not happy without the pipe in my hand and the painbrush in the other. Without the markers and sharpies and pencils and my art, my writing. MY FUCKING EXISTANCE.
I was given this soul that dwells in the chance that might be. The chance that peace exists within humanity, and love will truly be experianced. I feel as though nothing else matters. I want to love, be loved, and dance on fucking roof tops ass naked in the pouring rain because I fucking feel like it.
I want people all over the world to rip open their buisness suits and go back to being whatever they chose to be. Fuck money, fuck politicians, fuck bullshit corupt morons, fuck the iggnorant, the obnoxiously vain, the truly mentaly distorted, fuck them, because your not them, your you. BE YOU. BE ALIVE.
BE REAL.
I like to paint my pictures and smoke and dance around my room wildly to whichever band I feel like at the current moment. (Like the Dandy Warhols with Kim, even though she won't show Joe her dance.)
I like to raise the bar and create my own standards for human existance, for my human existance. If without this chance to be this person that I so chose to be, I'd say FUCK HUMANITY to it's pitiful end it will one day experiance. All I want is the chance to be who I feel like being, who I really am. Not some mundane 9 - 5 psycho path molesting little children because the workforce had driven me to a point of insanity. Which I know beyond a doubt, it will. I am not happy without the pipe in my hand and the painbrush in the other. Without the markers and sharpies and pencils and my art, my writing. MY FUCKING EXISTANCE.
I was given this soul that dwells in the chance that might be. The chance that peace exists within humanity, and love will truly be experianced. I feel as though nothing else matters. I want to love, be loved, and dance on fucking roof tops ass naked in the pouring rain because I fucking feel like it.
I want people all over the world to rip open their buisness suits and go back to being whatever they chose to be. Fuck money, fuck politicians, fuck bullshit corupt morons, fuck the iggnorant, the obnoxiously vain, the truly mentaly distorted, fuck them, because your not them, your you. BE YOU. BE ALIVE.
BE REAL.