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I Wanted To Support Things That Are Helpful To People And Maybe Bash What I Think Is Dangerous. So I Switched From Being Everybody To Being Myself.

On The Worst Days, I Don't Feel Like An Artist.

I Wanted To Be An Abstract Painter, But I Was Rotten At It.

Expiring For Love Is Beautiful But Stupid.

I Wasn't Sure I Was An Artist, So I Thought Maybe I Just Was Throwing Ideas Out For People To Consider.