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All Art Is The Tension, Expressed Between The Uncontainable And Its One Perfect Inevitable Form.

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My White Skin Disgusts Me. My Passport Disgusts Me. They Are The Marks Of An Insufferable Privilege Bought At The Price Of Others' Agony. If I Could Peel Myself Inside Out I Would Be Glad. If I Could Become Part Of The Oppressed I Would Be Free.

In The United States ... Given The Cult Of Eternal Youth, Age Is Ignored Unless It Can Be Sentimentalized.

Carry Yourself As One Who Will Change The World, Because You Will.