hands off

"paint yourself, paint yourself, colors tonight. its the bride of the light that shines on above you.....its acting, its ignorance, its painting a picture, you get up, you get up, you get dressed everyday."

I dont want anyone to smudge up my oil painting with their dirty phalanges. its vile. its disgusting. So what if its messy or ugly. I can barely get the paint off my own fingers. the gasoline starts to wear away your own skin, but its better that way. They think the eyes of the girl are too cold, and they reach to soften the edges and it makes me angrier everytime. So I keep taking my creation elsewhere. Is there no glass strong enough to protect it?

someone inevitably has the will and the hammer in their pocket. they are surprised at the repurcussions. as if breaking glass wouldnt cut you.

I'm supposed to be writing about malcolm X.
I'm supposed to be a lot of things it appears. So i guess thats the way art goes.