Hi. This story is just a jumble of ideas that I put together into something creative. Um I'm sorry sure how long it's going to be so...
Hope you like it!!
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Apparently, yesterday was intended to be the end of my days. Such a happy start, yes, I am aware.
Anywho, the day before yesterday was the day I painted "It". Honestly, I didn't know what it was or what it was leading to. I just liked the colors. And apparently the colors really liked me back. Because that painting was not only the end of me, but the start of the end of everything else.
Now, I'm sure you must be confused, dear reader, but sometimes confusion is the best part. Along with fear and the feeling that you can not read fast enough to know what happens next. I have those feelings sometimes when I'm painting. Especially as I was painting the picture of the colors. The feelings were multiplies millions upon millions of times. I just could paint fast enough.
Alas, I did finish it. Or it finished me, actually.
Let me back up a bit. I had bought a black 11x14 canvas at my local art supply store. I always liked the light, purple-blue colors like lilac and lavender. But I had no idea what I would do with them. I had no idea I would have a majestic dream about the colors that night.
My whole life changed the moment I had that dream and now I'm going to do something about it.
I first saw real graffiti when I went to New York, when I was twelve. When I went to France, two years ago when I was thirteen, I really got into the 'Illegally expressing yourself to make a bigger point' kind of thing. I mean, I'm a good kid (trust the narrator, you have no other source of evidence) but it really just stuck in my brain. I guess the biggest part was that there might not be another way for these people to express themselves and be recognized not just ignored. I couldn't just see it as another way of art and vandalizing pointless building (because all buildings are boring and pointless without art ).
I "vandalized" my first victim of a building today. Well, technically I didn't. My art did.
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An Artists Epilogue
FantasyMy name is Flow Capperlock. I painted the picture. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I didn't mean to create the end. I denied it, yes. I even tried to burn it. But it still stands. And the painting wont change. I will...
