Confessions of a Risin’ Star On the Low by Jimmy Johnson

(Above Pic) We have a connection…;) 

 

Yes…

I am alone more now…or perhaps I’m more intertwined in the solace, amid it…

While drivin’ home today, I self revealed that such has been an elongation in my life…Perhaps, it has simply elongated, my life. 

Everyone except the connections I long for, the comforting liaisons of the art, and those who truly get me, or let me be, I just don’t care much for…

No, this is n’t the same as those who become so distant from everyone, that they become dangerous (in a sense like they would physically hurt others), but in a sense, that I’ve chosen depth and depart from conformity, to become quite surreally effective amid my relative crafts(given this new found expansion on hate that we live with, amid love for the art, I have become deadly). My hunch is that such is all a process…

Is n’t it always???

 

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