My mom likes to edit my poetry. She takes out any curse words, any hate words she makes softer, takes out sexual insinuations, "fixes" what sounds grotesque and "replaces" it with sophistication, etc. I WANT my art to be grotesque. I WANT it to be revengeful, dirty, angry, bold, and yes.... creepy. That makes it my art. So she has my/her poem and I keep MY poem, and she just goes on through life thinking she fixed me.
She never will.
Anyway, it sucks that art coming from tiny and anonymous me should go contaminated, but to have historical art from huge artists be altered is just atrocious. It almost makes me gag. Or maybe that's just the excess of alcohol in my system.
She never will.
Anyway, it sucks that art coming from tiny and anonymous me should go contaminated, but to have historical art from huge artists be altered is just atrocious. It almost makes me gag. Or maybe that's just the excess of alcohol in my system.
Pointing around: "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you, I'm out!"
Half Baked
"Let the atheists come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom of heathens belongs to people like these." -Saint Bacon
Half Baked
"Let the atheists come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom of heathens belongs to people like these." -Saint Bacon
