“WHEN I DIE — FUCK IT — I WANNA GO TO HELL, ‘CAUSE I’M A PIECE OF SHIT, IT AIN’T HARD TO FUCKIN’ TELL. IT DON’T MAKE SENSE GOIN’ TO HEAVEN WITH THE GOODIE-GOODIES, DRESSED IN WHITE: I LIKE BLACK TIMS AND BLACK HOODIES.”—THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G.
i wish i was a painting. as a painting you are — among other things — a “fuck you” to decay, only becoming more precious with the years. and they wouldn’t even change the way i look. there’d be no questions about what i was supposed to be representing — no fears, sorrows, lovers or work to take care of. free travelling and always someone to take care of your wounds. guess i’d rather be andy warhol’s marilyn than the original.