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The Sellout

there once was a painter, a writer, a singer, who painted a picture, wrote a novel, sang a song, and someone loved it soooooooooo much that they told said individual that they’d give em’ some moola for it--- from then on, the painter, writer, singer painted the same painting over & over again, wrote the same novel over & over again, sang the same song over & over again, making a career out of trying to sustain that feeling of perceived ACCEPTANCE which came with the self-exploitation of one’s own idea & they died crying in a puddle of their own mediocrity.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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