To an industry of enslaved EGO in organized service to its maker:
There is more love in every existing molecule than there is hate in all existence. That balance is insurance. Like a promise. God (however defined) has already won. If I must choose a side, that is the side I choose.

Truth is that undeniable persistence. 

Flatter each other with the garbage you produce to con the world of ticket buyers into your lies (most recently, "Big Eyes") after raping lives and minds for your subject matter. You've already paid your price but I know you understand that's the deal you made.

I am not an artist, if that is what you claim yourselves to be. I am a soul. I forgive you. I know the truth. I choose love. 


Balance is due.