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Freewrite and take pics of random items and post them in a spectacular way. Yeup, art is the concept. And concept is important, ya dig? Show the world something outside the ordinary and keep an audience interested. Think and create, visualize and demonstrate. Before any of this, gotta imaginate and animate. Then you get the subject of life. What is it? Besides the facts we fuck the world and call it a bitch, what is it? And are dreams part of it? And why do we value dreams so much? Is it different from life? Is life, love? What's love? Will I get hurt if i find out? I felt it before, I been tryna live comfy since my heart crashed. But ey, emotions make the world go round and my cup's always full. What's perspective? What's yours? Why is it so hard to find things that are real? Why are we so in tuned in keeping it real? Why is it easy to label people fake? What's real anyway? Can we fully understand another person? I been in too many arguments to trust shit. I doubt they'll figure me out. But hey, does it mean we're misunderstood? Nah, if we understood everyone, there wouldn't be need to talk, right? What lies in the future and do we trust fate and destiny beliefs? I don't, actions speaks louder than religion, but what's important is that I respect it. And respect is hard to come by these days. Should we think of the past? Analyze it perhaps? Try to understand more? Perhaps trying to re-new or redeemed our-self? Nah, you'll take some change, but you'll remain the same. On that note, Where to now? Why do I live the way I live? Why do i get faded every night and question things surrounding me? Am i living paranoid? Flashing episodes of communication modes that I can't even figure out like binary code. Real Life, I talk like problems free, but that's a state of mind that'll make situations drama-free, if ya feel me. Me against the world again, slippin' up trustin' busters. Fuck 'em. But hey I'm learning. I wonder what I'd do if I knew what I know now? Habits die hard, and nothing lasts forever. Best to live by the moment, and don't expect. Recollecting memoirs will always give ya a smile. Memories - They gotta be good, because there's no time for dwelling. Just gotta laugh with the cries, u know? Take a minute and let life ride. It's one of the best things you can do in a mean world. Appreciate and exterminate hate fuck the idea of fate, create, evade life's tricks and it's baits, and pass life's gate. Color my world with sharpies and such, adding colorful brushes with the musical touch. Music, helpin' you escape the pain that remains in the membrane that life had rained. Half of life requires therapy. Taking pics, call them ghosts since they'll be left around when life takes it course. Photos will straight up describe, while these words will keep a fool explaining. Beautiful debacles I call Art, I go with it.
