rap my red hands with your ruler, woman.
beat down my boyish lust.
kill the only calling I ever cared about.
give me a grade, godforsaken prophetess.
I was made to make: you can’t make me.
your system says I suck. good.
A’s go to the anal and asinine. good.
my mind was made for more. good.
When you see my name on a hundred thousand words of my own imagining, you’ll know why I shrugged at your lectures and your all-caps proclamations.
give it to the freshmen. goodbye.
“It occurred to me that being an artist is a great deal like being a dictator. Just like a dictator, I must live in a closed loop of self-delusion. A place where my words and ideas always ring true. A gilded daydream of grandiosity. There can be no room for doubt. I must be convinced that I have something vital to say. I must believe that the world is waiting in keen anticipation to hear my message.” – Allen King, April 2011
“In devastation, there is opportunity.” – Carlton Brown, Commodities Trader (commenting on aftermath of 9/11 attacks)
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