Just Because My Bank Account Hasn't Swelled

My Job Is To Confront Apathy And Confront All The Forces That Tend To Batter Each Of Us Down With All Kind Of Oppression, Even Self-oppression. I Consider That The Main Job Of The Art That I Do- To Rattle The Cage, Wake People Up, Wake Myself Up, Confront All That Would Conspire To Keep Us Down.

I Decided To Lock Myself In. A Forced Segregation. Sabbatical. A Retreat Into Myself. My Selves. Play Hide And Go Seek In The Looking-glass. The Mirror Angled At The Foot Of My Bed. Twisted Reflections Bouncing Off Into Infinity. Obsessed With My Image, The Myriad Of Distored Figurines Who Danced In Front Of Me In Rapid Succession, Every Feature Exaggerated, Every Slight Imperfection A New Delicacy.

There Is So Much In The World To Hate, Why Hate Yourself?

I Had To De-program Myself. From Myself. Had To Reinvent Rituals Of Purification. So Full Of The Vagrant Pollutions Of Others. It Was Time To Detox. Not Only From Alcohol, Sex, And Drugs, But From Needy Leeches Who Looked To Swab Me With Their Sores. Detox From My Own Needy Lechery. Had To Locate The Center Wound And Cauterize. Undo The Original Sin, The Origin Of My Sickness...had To Learn To Replace Them, It, Want, Hurt, Anger, Sorrow, Loss, With Power, Healing, Wisdom, Fulfillment, Satisfaction.

I'm Completely Optimistic - I Know The End Is Coming!