Purpose

GET A LIL’ WEIRD, GET A LIL’ FUCKED UP, GET A LIL’ NAKED, NOW SHOW IT TO THE WORLD

Don’t you get it, don’t you see, don’t you realise, aren’t you THERE yet?

It’s your EXACT brand of weird-ass | fucked up | SERIOUSLY random shit that the world wants to see and NEEDS.

That plus your naked soul baby, but all of it.

I see you over, hiding, and shrinking a little, and SHRINKING, and playing small, and I know what you’re thinking –

“I’m not cool enough.
I’m not like the other kids …
People won’t like me or accept me or they just want think that what I do, MY art, MY message, ME – 
Is good enough”

And so you hold back.

You unleash … something.

But not everything.

Not the real RAW of what’s inside of you. Not the WILD. Not the CRAZY. Not the ‘what in the actual fuck is THAT shit?!’

“I’ll be a little bit crazy”, you tell yourself – 

“Just not too much”

“I’ll be a little bit me!”

“Just not THAT piece”

“I’ll be mostly true to my art”

“Just so long as it’s safe, done cautiously, coloured between the lines”

When you think about it –

And I hope that you DO, I hope I’m smacking you in the face with it right now!

DOESN’T IT MAKE YOU SICK?!

It’s.

Disgusting.

It’s.

Abhorrent.

It’s.

VILE!

ESPECIALLY, since deep down, beneath the ‘just for Facebook’ layer, and beneath the fear and ‘am I good enough layer’, and beneath the fuck THIS shit layer, and beneath the shame and DESPAIR layer, and even beneath the CHOCOLATE layer (!!), you know –

Your soul knows –

The CORE of you knows –

That you were BORN FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH, AND WORTHY, AND POWERFUL, AND THAT.THE.WORLD.NEEDS YOU, and you know what else?

They WANT you.

Your art is not just ‘allowed’.
It’s not just something you can, if you’re careful and strategic and do it right, ‘get away with’.

Your art is WANTED.
CRAVED.
DESPERATELY.

People want to EAT IT UP, they desire to BINGE on it, they desire to GORGE themselves on it, and with it, your soul.

Just as you’ve always wanted, let’s not pretend that that is something which FRIGHTENS you.

And just as you’ve always known it MUST be, HAS to be, SHOULD be and WILL be.

Only thing is –

It WILL be fucking NOTHING, until you admit that 90%, 99%, even 99.99% of being YOU is jack.fucking.shit.

The world will look away –
Turn away –
In boredom
And disgust

The SAME WAY YOU FEEL ABOUT YOURSELF, when once again your head hits the pillow at night and you did NOT do you, you did NOT show up, you did NOT be –

Anything

That matters

Or could be remembered

Really

By them, by the world, by those who you came here to impact?

Well –

Perhaps.

But really,

We’re talking about by YOU.

And this game, this game, this BULLSHIT game you’re playing, of pretending that you can’t be as full on next level CRAY CRAY bitch as what you are, that YOUR brand of weirdassery and fucked-up-ery is not gonna WORK, well, the whole thing is a LIE.

You know this.

Deep down,

Beneath ALL the fear and the doubt and the resentment and the ANGER and the SADNESS, at your CORE, you know EXACTLY that it IS your exact brand of weirdness which will free you –

Fame you –

Allow you EVERYTHING you desire, and long for, and KNOW is divined to be, and ultimately, of course, because what else could it do –

Set you free.

And you know what this means, don’t you, as you sit here, you nod your head, you square your shoulders, you grit your teeth, you feel yourself fire UP, you feel ANGRY at YOU for not ACKNOWLEDGING and then also BACKING this shit already – !

It means it’s time.

No more bullshit.

It’s time.

No more ‘but what are THEY doing’.

It’s time.

No more HIDING.

YES, you’re not like the other kids, you’re not like the other CRAZY ones even, your style is WEIRDER, it’s MORE random, it’s SCARIER in its power, ALSO.

WASN’T THAT THE WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING POINT?

Enough.

ENOUGH.

ENOUGH.

Now get to fucking work.

The real work –

Of being you.

OR DIE NOT EVEN TRYING.

THAT’S ALL.

 

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