My writing like my life will have errors, yet the
only person whom I am capable of pleasing is myself; flawed by nature, an
overachiever, drunken binges, drunk on the river Styx.
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I am “thine own palace”,
the world is my jail. “Angel’s sinn'd first, then devils, and then man”, I am a man
of my sins, a sin of one man.
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Expression my expression, damned of the damned. I
am that I am, damned of the damned. To hell with form, let it die with tradition;
expression of my expression prerequisite of permission. Conform! Deform! Rules for
the twisting, be warned, Muses know no form exempt from permission.
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"For
it is ultimately the function of art; to bring us to a condition of serenity,
stillness, and reconciliation.” Not chide, bicker, and snicker for fear of
humiliation. "For it is the function of
art; to bring us to serenity, stillness, and reconciliation." Not chide, bicker,
and snicker for fear of humiliation.
