Never too lateYou can't always be who you've dreamed you've been.It's never too late to be who you could've been.It's never too late to be who you would've been.It's never too late to get better.It's never too late to be you again.
Chant of Loyalty (Pledge of Allegiance parody)I chant my loyaltyTo the flagOf a bigoted Christian nationAnd to the religionFor which it standsAnd you mustBow to GodOr we'll kill youWith bigotryAnd justice for none
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If everything you drew came to lifeIf everything you drew came to life, what would you draw?Would you draw at all?What if you were not happy with your creation, could you erase it?No. You could not get rid of it or sell it. It's yours, it is a product of your imagination, created by your hands. No one would accept your creation as they could make their own.Would the world be perfect? An act of pure magic not explainable by science which could stop poverty and end sadness?What about those unable to use their hands? They would be powerless, unable to use their new ability. And those less artistically gifted? Weak.Would the tattoos also come to life? Would they crawl out of peoples' skin? Would it be painful? Bloody? Or would it happen silently, unseen, in the middle of the night?And what would upset the people more- the scars on their skin, or the loss of the art they found so beautiful that no amount of pain could stop their desire to have it permanently marked on their body?Would the disturbing nightmares of the
OneEvery person you meet has so much more depth than you perceive.You see it as it is, to you.You could be so much with every person you come across.Yet, you choose who is who, what is what, and where is where.You make your life, according to your decisions.We have to unite, not compete.Their beauty does not detract from your own.You are them. We are one.The media spotlights differences in a sea of similarities.We’re focused on the violence.Too crazy to see the peace calming its way through the storm of repression.Too distracted to understand what we’re fighting for –– are already rights. We’re just trying to align them into law.We are free individuals treated like sheep.Do we elect our shepherd? And if so, is it because we trust him to lead us, or because it is easier to follow?If we don’t take action, are we not on the side of the oppressor?Isn’t silence the talk of cowards?It is important to
You May Not Wish to Follow These ThoughtsOn Damage (or On the Agreement to Feast) Beyond the occasional song, drawing, painting, story, or art performance, what are you doing to make Art a part of your existence? Beyond your "made for an audience" output, have you considered all the times you are alone with only the universe as your audience? Do you make Art then? Imagine, if you will, your life as a performance - who is the audience/receiver of your signal? Posit the existence of a god, or gods, or perhaps imagine you were injected with recording devices - at birth - or part way through your days, or even that the multitude of insects that flourish in your surroundings are the bio-mechanical recording devices of some vast incomprehensible network that is always watching and recording for posterity the details of your life - the exciting, the mundane, the pathetic, the inspiring, the humiliating - all moments, in company or alone. How are you making these moments artful or entertaining for your