the beautiful thing about being ugly pt2
Continued from pt1
Or making you question the classes, romance, the absurd.
I had no idea what Albert Camus looked liked
But the strainger made him my only companion,
For months while I traveled at eightteen.
I never met Jack Carouac but when I whent on the road, with some thirtyseven year old hippie chick I was inspired by him, we whent on the road together.
So in conclusion, the beautiful thing about being ugly is, it gives your art perspective.
(2014)
