A total stranger woke me up just now, saying he was the menager from my parents, he said so many things at the same time, I still can"t believe, he said I lost all my money, 'cause my parents had a giant bill with a dealer and since they died I spended all the rest.
He gave me 10.000 dollars and said "Get gone, baby girl, you better get gone, they'll come for more". I think I'm going to Europe, more especificaly London, in that country with the Queen, The Beatles and the swingin' that is good old England. I bet I can rent some appartment with my money, and with my face, will not get late before I get a man, and make like grandma or my father.
I rather die without my friends, the real and the alcoholic, New York is home, it's where I was born this way, but I was born with my freedom, "don't tell me I'm less than my freedom". I'll pack my things and go, I better leave all memories behind, I'm gonna find a fight, cool the bad, loose my rich girl manors, fall into the real world, live art, be art, be free, for the first time in my whole life.
This shit is a statement of freedom, my manifesto, I want to break the chains that hold me up here, "Bye Studio, bye Gallery, bye Lou, bye Edie, Bye Lisa, let me go" Spread my wings "You must be crazy Ena Harkness, sweet and violent like a rose, like the rose you are" "It's not for less this is my name".
I put my hat on, get in the cab... Voila new life, Arrevouir.
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