jueves, 12 de junio de 2014
our new york father
who art in heaven , hallowed be my surname , race , color and friends
shit your gallery and your little puppie
give us this shit our dayly donuts :
and forget you and well all the anti genuin artist that excrement in your mouth to be in your benedict museum
where you are employ of yourself
to pay less taxes , and you welcome the anti -artist to become THE ARTIST TO this advertacing world.
blow jobs with class
with out class
stand up the weak sensitive man
wake up the old lame woman
all the submitted , with out a voice , incomplete silent,
invisible
today people like you that abuse the genuine
the incocent .
u will see :
and go with the little man ,
like i look the birds
like i admire the lame girl , the deaf man , the handycape boy , the transexual parents that do a great job.
i go with free dogs far away for street dogs .
with out sucess , just loving .
i come to burn to eat your pictures .
i came with flowers,
to disolve in your eyes
with anger in my words but with more peace in my heart .
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