the play with the monkey

(I just drew this picture yesterday.()
There's a monkey in my head.
It sits there to insult me.
There's a tyrant monkey in my head and a master abuser.

Today she said that this kind of creativity
is "figures in front of a mirror."
Oh, it's a terrific parable about an old prostitute.
It's a story about every human being on the planet.
This pattern of behavior. Oh, I recognize it in myself,
I see the same urges in other people.
They only see themselves.
Yeah, that's what the monkey said.

Liar, monkey, I haven't danced in front of a mirror in a long time.
I'm not reflected in my own eyes!
- That's exactly what reflection is.
That's all you're doing.
and you wanted to be reflected in other people's eyes.
It's a crooked mirror. It's very crooked.
Others can, but not you.
You want to talk about your uniqueness?
That poison is lethal even in micro doses.

- That's not true. I wasn't going to,
I don't even have a picture of myself.
I just drew a portrait,
Am I an artist or not?!

- You didn't set out to do it, you did it.
The portrait was called "I am"?
It's a reflection.
Maybe you want to leave a mark?
To trace after yourself?
Maybe you want to express yourself as a person.
That's not creativity, that's posturing.
And it's embarrassing.

Then you should just go make a porno movie.
I mean, maybe you want to do something for people.
It's a well-known excuse,
but you spend your whole life looking at yourself in the mirror.
Narcissus step away from the water, look around you.
"ass; ass; turn; you're about to get hot and ready; ass; ass; turn..."
Do you recognize these figures?
Do you recognize that circus motif, clown?


- Damn monkey, I can't hear, I'm listening to music.
You're interfering with my work.
You don't exist at all.
I read that thirty years ago!
Thirty! How can I remember anything?
It's true what they say: Some books grow horns.

- Horns don't grow out of books, they grow out of idiots.

- If anyone can see this!
Help me!
I'm a prisoner of a terrible monkey.
He sits in my head and calls me names,
The monkey watches my every move,
She tyrannizes me and drinks me drunk and won't let me eat.
And writes stupid things in my name.
And she draws, too, by the way.
Sneaky monkey.

- Doesn't your head itch? Those are horns, yes.

- Help!
Get the doctor. I hear voices.

- Fool around some more.

- this text is no different from this portrait!

- Yes, in real writing, there should be no you at all.
Your precious person should not be in anything you do.
It's sincerity turning impersonal.
Only a few people can do that.
It's not about you.
What? You want me to say a few more words about myself?
You punched a hole in your belt so your pants wouldn't fall down?
Good job. That's grandly unique.
You're waiting for approval, aren't you?
It's not coming.

-You fucking monkey.

-do you hear me? -Creativity is sincerity meets impersonality.
You can't lie. It's impossible.

- nerd.






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