Personal Manifesto
I’d hate to inform you,
but your art is unoriginal and this needs to be addressed.
Your thoughts,
your beliefs,
your sight,
your entire existence is a fabrication.
What you have been exposed to is starting to become
repetitive and destructive
to your artistic practice.
This is a fabrication you’ve grown far too oblivious to.
The shit you’re exposed to,
your ideas,
your comfortable mediums,
your consistency to a style is overused and getting old.
This is a facade you created and is now apart of you,
as you go about living with your mindless troupes.
Everything you want to be,
everything you want to see produced,
everything you have promised never to create again.
That shit is piling and rotting in the back of the fridge of your mind.
Creating an ungodly unoriginal stench,
that you, my friend,
are far too familiar with.
Those ripe and fruitful ideas are rotting in the back of your fridge too
and you're probably aware of it by now.
Due to your lazy grab toward a
compulsively processed,
poorly packaged
can of half ass.
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