"People assumed that 'The Dude' was an uneducated, uncultured artist from a high-risk zone with an almost supernatural talent. It was partly a deliberate myth he constructed himself..."
The fiction can't come through if it doesn't hold some truth.
Playing with the obscure desire of always wanting to know more.
"I cant explain my work I'm afraid...
Because I'm not my work you see"
Being responsible means using my gifts as often as possible.
Constantly exploring the best things and let them change me.
Never falling for staged chronicles in a rendered world.
Constantly collecting and reviewing my thoughts.
The point is not letting go of what's dragging me down,
it's exploring the art that is found in the depths of the soul.
This was a deliberate choice.
The way to contrast the dullness of my life,
and the extraordinary spectacle that is life.
I am not so much different than my lies.
For I can only work with facts.
I might have to work on a box,
but I keep it stain free.
(That my dear, is my heart)
Always welcoming unexpected thoughts in random places.
[Wasting ideas feels like a crime]
For an illusion, is not a profitable act.
Breaking things apart only to build them better.
A fine gallery of fragments as proof they ever existed.
If "The Dude" has one fan, it's me.
If he has none, then I'm dead and gone.
PS. Someone just made me lose The Game, so...Fuck You 2 :p
Playing with the obscure desire of always wanting to know more.
"I cant explain my work I'm afraid...
Because I'm not my work you see"
Being responsible means using my gifts as often as possible.
Constantly exploring the best things and let them change me.
Never falling for staged chronicles in a rendered world.
Constantly collecting and reviewing my thoughts.
The point is not letting go of what's dragging me down,
it's exploring the art that is found in the depths of the soul.
This was a deliberate choice.
The way to contrast the dullness of my life,
and the extraordinary spectacle that is life.
I am not so much different than my lies.
For I can only work with facts.
I might have to work on a box,
but I keep it stain free.
(That my dear, is my heart)
Always welcoming unexpected thoughts in random places.
[Wasting ideas feels like a crime]
For an illusion, is not a profitable act.
Breaking things apart only to build them better.
A fine gallery of fragments as proof they ever existed.
If "The Dude" has one fan, it's me.
If he has none, then I'm dead and gone.
PS. Someone just made me lose The Game, so...Fuck You 2 :p