Tuesday, 21 September 2010

I wish

I wish I could get the help I needed. I wish I didn't get arsed around
and treated like a dick by services. I wish the world could accept my
difference and not call it illness, but still be willing to help me as
if it were an illness.

I wish people understood.

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"