Original is the Only Way! #TBIYTC #Atl #Nyc #originiality #Harlem #ZoninLifeStyle #HarlemZone #ZoninStateOfMind (at Atlanta, Georgia)

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Original is the Only Way! #TBIYTC #Atl #Nyc #originiality #Harlem #ZoninLifeStyle #HarlemZone #ZoninStateOfMind (at Atlanta, Georgia)
Me: The amount of likes I get on photo doesn't matter Also me: Why tf does this bomb ass picture of me only have 10 likes?
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Poetry are the words of a rhythm finally sown, because once it's out it there it goes to show for itself the beauty and awe of a mind so creative, to uplift the soul and preach for the man who prays it or who plays it, the game we are all caught in, and hopefully along the way we will find a friend
........what if Threadless artists didn't copy and paste stock images from the internet and actually ILLUSTRATED the artwork?... hmm. (looking at you, select Baymax finalists) #WhatEvenIsArtNowadays
Only dead fish go with the flow
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Geniuses can be scintillating and geniuses can be somber, but it’s that inescapable sorrowful depth that shines through—originality.
Jack Kerouac
Could It Be
I know I may be quiet and not stand out as much as I could,
But that's no reason for you to act like I'm not important or as if I don't exist.
Maybe if you would actually take a moment to listen to what I had to say and understand the things I like,
You might actually find I'm not as boring as you think I am.
What if you actually gave someone else a chance to voice their opinion before portraying yours as the only right way to think?
Maybe I don't say much because I feel like you're not even going to listen in the first place,
Or maybe it's because I hear the whispers behind my back and I'd rather be a ghost in my own life than be talked about badly.
Sometimes it feels like I'm standing alone,
And other times it feels like I have an entire army behind me.
Could it be the truth about life is that you have to stand in your own battlefield and be your own army?
Could it be that words are just words,
Even if they still hurt like a wound from a knife?
-K.G
"Originally, feathers evolved to retain heat; later, they were repurposed for a means of flight. No one ever accuses the descendants of ancient birds of plagiarism for taking heat-retaining feathers and modifying them into wings for flight. "
David Shields, "Life is Short, Art is Shorter"
https://lareviewofbooks.org/essay/life-is-short-art-is-shorter