I'm so desperate to pretend there's something beautiful and meaningful in all that I do that it's all art and all elegant and noteworthy but all it really is a public spectacle an execution death by torture and everyone who's ever known me got a free ticket promised they'd see the most beautiful thing in the world it was red but it was far from beautiful and no amount of flowery language could hide the truth. All they were watching was a hungry animal attack itself so desperate and so mad that it decided this is the only way left to survive. It wasn't the art they were promised because art doesn't rip itself to shreds ripping out its own entrails for all to see holding it to the light and jamming it in the audiences faces before stuffing half in its mouth and the other half in its pocket (for later) it said aloud. But I'll continue to destroy myself and the moment anyone's there to watch I rebrand it no don't be worried don't lock me away it's not real it's all a bit it's all art it's all a show why are you so worried it's just ART
