They gave me a guitar and asked: what do you wanna do with it?
I said in ecstasy I wanna be like that once baby faced old man a street musician and travel the world with the perishable fruits in my cap Oh let these tingly breadcrumbs pave us a miraculous path where all folks stand tall and free
but Art is Art happens as is Art doesn't need my-your-his-her-our-their words Are you awake yet oh my favorite poet?
I can feel your pulse -if I want to and you may know if you wonder but it is no wonder and You be sure You I identify not by I and for good remain so in the unchanging purification of my time observe you -s from everywhere
thou art a neutral witness of such wireframes embodied by the conditionings of temporal identities full of blind desires so I fast on mandarins
it is no punishment neither a fruitless training but a method of eloquent technology blah blah
yeah something brainy in short about our humanity
1-what it means being human 2-what it means to be 3-what it means not to be eligible to be controlled by nature as animals because we are humans
and Not! what it means to be innocent as animals once we are controlled by nature -because we are not animals
yes and only when you are free you can play joyfully with all pronouns that instrument called mind becomes your blissful tool for making Art just
I said and they they they broke my guitar
Recycled now thankfully to a new instrument branded as Thou Art Art available to all for free