May 2016
poor art boy,
his mind was a gallery,
full of art,
until the factory
of society,
came along polluting it,
with reality,
and tearing it apart.
poor art boy,
poor
art
boy
.
his mind was a gallery,
full of art,
until the factory
of society,
came along polluting it,
with reality,
and tearing it apart.
poor art boy,
poor
art
boy
.
i've become attached to art lately, and came up with this. in which in artist is pulled away from his // her artistic voice, or side.
