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My entire purpose is for beauty and art. I am here to make it, live it, spread it. Things are getting better each day. My life escalates in goodness. I can't wait for New York and San Fran, airplanes, shows, paintings, covers, money, beauty, wit, art, culture, pools, cock. I foresee white-gloved men opening doors for my ass. I foresee artistic brilliance in a trembling, goose-pimpled throe that occupies every bit of god-like, fearless expression I weild. I forever want to be handsome and thin, stylish and cute, stunning and rich. I want paintings of mine everywhere in New York, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Paris and London. I want to write books. I want colossal success. I want to shake up the art world. I want to make paintings that are shockingly gorgeous. I want to make people happy. I want to be consistent, creative, colossal. I want to be focused. I want to be rock hard. I want to be beauty epitomized. That's my life.
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