March 2017 | ink on illustration board | 22" x 34"
Conformity is a blandness that rots the brain, like maggots, it tastes like shit. Perfection is just some fictitious state of the fucking mind, and it doesn't exist, so get over it. This epidemic is sickening, insecurities should be on pedestals. Life should have a good freaking purpose, not some hesitant bullshit from your ass. Let desires fly from the crevasses in which they hide. Let visions be the greatest differences. Manifest whatever the fuck lives deep down under because that is the shit that matters most. Be weird, fuck conformity.