Epiphany 3.8.2017
You know what? It’s like you’re one of those wrinkle-free, ironless shirts; all raw talent, yet polished enough to turn heads, ready to be thrown on and worn out on the town – the way people like you…care free. Free flowing and making your way through the world. And then they try to iron you. They press you, while trying to have you not press them. They try to make you in their image, when they really cannot contain you. You cannot be packaged.
Welp – I say F*ck your iron. The heat…the weight of it all.
I’m going to continue to affect lives and affect change regardless of your politics. Regardless of your agenda.
(Fat Shouts to K. Nolan)
Sincerely,
Me.
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