Shit you were meant to serve.

Ruin your fucking self before they do. Otherwise they’ll screw you because you’re a nobody. They’ll keep you alive, but you’ll have to crawl and say, “Thank-you” for every bone they throw. You might as well stay drunk or shoot junk and be a crazy fucker. If the rich guys want to play with you, make them get their hands dirty. Send them away gagging, or sobbing if they’re soft hearted. You’ll be left alone if you’re fighting, and dead you’re free! You can change the radiant child in you to a reflection of the shit you were meant to serve. – Jenny Holzer,The Mustard House Confessions.

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