"I am not a human being, I am an artist." -ZJB and AND
Dreaming in shades of yellow, you preceive the world through angry eyes. Imagining with visions of the mind that you have become the character you play so well. Warm drops of paint seep like sweat through your pores and erupt into monstrous fantasies waiting to be awakened. You transform and open up doors to worlds boring people dont understand. Looking at them like you see past the defenses they put up in thier minds. You grasped the meaning of this black cancer of evil that comsumes and spreads through me. Isn't it funny that you could see what no one else could? Performing so well in this circus of sin and displeasure making balloo