365 days of aRt. DAY FORTY-ONE.

materialistic shit
producing counterfeit happiness
and i'm part of it
even if i choose to refuse
it bruises the truth
and induces a view
of beautiful
i'm not used to

This consumerism concubine is trying to define the way I live my life. And it’s tough, right? I mean we all need stuff. And in a world like ours, where everything is driven by mass consumerism, we can ultimately have anything we want -- 50 different kinds of anything, really. We have multi media selling the perfect life; We have churches and religions selling happiness. Everyone has a product. Everyone has something to sell. So what about me -- what am I selling? Well, I am bargaining -- a transaction of sorts. I’ll give you words and art and creativity in a world filled with monotonous tasks, and you (ANY OF YOU) can give me inspiration. Tell me your truths, your worries, your love, your life.