To evoke ones muse
is to use all one can do.
Some believe it childish,
to call upon something outside of us.
People say the world is changing,
I’d have to disagree.
The world will always be the same,
it is we who have changed.
Rearranged, becoming something quite estrange.
No longer in tuned with reality,
we take things only at face value.
We’ve lost the arts-
all of them.
Thinking.
Living.
Being.
Dark magics and scholarly sciences,
it’s one in the same.
Our dreams became diseases,
our fears became afflictions.
We’ve left our safety in the hands of others,
who would quickly sell us off to hounds.
Would you think it silly our leader
is nothing more then a puppet on a string?
Lifeless he hangs,
limp and useless,
till the master bids his time,
looking for ways to manipulate and
CHANGE.But also don’t think it’s just him,
either a smell jack ass or a simple minded elephant,
both courses lead to the same destination.
Bad news for you.
Bad news for me.
Do the right thing-
Think - For yourself
Live - For yourself
Be ——— YOURSELF
This is the first time I have been on a computer in two days.
The other day my father and i left to come up north to start selling flags on the side of the road. It’s Memorial Day weekend and everyone up here has a boat they are going to be christening, showing off to the other rich mother fuckers.
Anyways, we are going to be setting up on two different locations about 5 mins apart.
But this is besides the point of me writing this….I am on a renaissance of my very own while up here. Residing in a open arms home with 7 other occupants, a bookshelf the size of a living room full of the worlds brightest thinkers and literature’s god-tier writers. On top of that, I brought my art supplies with me as well. Every day either starts or ends with an explosion of knowledge and creativity for me.
I love it.
