Here I am, at my parents home studio staring at the wall, my mothers paintings as they remove her body and body of my father, oh fuck, why? I'm only 17 and I don't know, what the fuck am I going to do? I'm totally alone in the world, scared, and at the same time so free to do whatever I want... Oh lord, I'm so shallow, they killed eachother, killed themselves, I don't know, I don't even wanna know, I'm scared to.
I live in New York since I was born, in the same home studio and I saw my parents eat art, breath art, shit art, that's why I'm like this, I hated so much, and now I want to be like they were, free and crazy, artistical. My mother was born rich, my father married well, I was born rich, a poor little rich girl, like that girl, Edie Sedgwick, my father said I look insanelly like her, everything, but I'm not blond, I'd hate to be blond.
I hate now the fact of being rich, they died, my controllers, and now I have a fucking lot of money and I don't make the minimal idea of what doing with that, do I spend with me? Do I make charity? Do I throw it in the back yard and give as food to my dogs? Do I throw that in my friends asses and make them happy? I don't give a damn!!!
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