My masks aren’t things I’ve created for myself. More often than not my masks are created and given to me by those who ignore me for what I am and choose to see me how they see fit. The unconfirmed, seldom confronted, and ill-inquired notions people have of their peers are some of their most prized possessions. It feels good for people to judge others without consequence or rebuttal. It feels even better for people to do this while portraying themselves as someone nicer, someone who doesn’t act off of assumption and invalid judgment. .

So, I wear the masks people make for me out of courtesy. It’s the polite thing to do. If you turn down the masks people give you, they won’t understand. If you encounter a rare instant when someone does understand, then they were never giving you a mask in the first place. That person doesn’t make masks for people, and refuses the masks people force upon them. They’re standing right there with you, basking in awe of the desperate lengths people go through to hide themselves and the true nature of the beautiful people they rarely see.

All that for what benefit?

To reinforce their beliefs and to reassure themselves that they have a more accurate understanding of you than you do of yourself.


I never asked for a personality. None of us did, really. Then we grew up…and look what we got with everything else that disconnects us from the treasures of childhood.


A personality.

The Latin root of the word personality is “persona.” 

So what, then, does persona translate to in English?

It translates to “Mask”



Some ladies and their copious amounts of make up. They remind of cakes with way too much icing, or statues covered in pigeon shit.
I thought make up was suppose to accent your natural beauty, not hide your face with an artificial mask that’s actually bad for your skin

I love this man. This is Tosin Abasi, a game changer in my journey as a musician and maker of sounds.

I love this man.

This is Tosin Abasi, a game changer in my journey as a musician and maker of sounds.


“Two things I’d like to say before we begin class. The first is that 90% of art majors will not find their dream job. If you’re here today expecting to be the next Andy Warhol or Rothko, you’re wasting your money. You need to seriously reconsider your career choice. Leave now. Why? You’re missing the purpose of your education entirely, and such an attitude is a waste of my time. You’re unteachable and won’t learn anything. Did Andy Warhol become the artist he was because he wanted to be someone that inspired him? No. He was the last person that would make art with such crappy, underdeveloped motives. You’re here to engage, connect, and think differently. These things will affect your skill, and together they will determine your success. If you’re anything other than yourself, then failure is your future. Got it?

Second thing I want to say is that you DO NOT need an expensive education to achieve success as an artist. Then why bother? Well, because this education is a tool. Resources here are easier to reach, connections are easier to make, and a piece of paper that says you have a degree makes employers less hesitant to hire you. But don’t let your education here impair your growth. The education is just less risk and more security, but when it comes down to it you’re the determining factor of your success. You own your education here, don’t let it own you.”

A very George Carlin-like speech my painting teacher gave to the class a few years ago. Very candid, honest, and inspiring. Good thing I was going through a phase where I recorded all of my lectures instead of taking notes.

Is it a federal crime for presidents and “leaders” of countries to wear their suits casually? Like unbuttoned blazers, chuck taylors, cool hats? Would they get impeached for that? If that would be looked down upon by citizens, then those citizens suck.
Attire isn’t a ruler by which we should measure character and professional integrity. Unless you stink, never bathe, and refuse to do something about that 3 day old milk stain on your shirt.

You can be super hot, but if your attitude is shitty you might as well be a leper. If you behave ugly, you appear ugly to me. In every sense of the word.
Looks aren’t always how I evaluate attractiveness. And don’t worry - I’m guilty of everything I criticize people for doing. To an extent.


Today, a foxy middle aged woman that I valeted for gave me her number…and the date of a local swinger’s night. She said “We need more cuties like you” and drove off.
I stared into space and wondered what happened. Then I thought about much I want some sun chips.