I am for an art that blows my mind to bits.
I am for an art that rockets me into the future.
I am for an art that puts me in a never time.
I am for an art that shoots planets and stars together into fiery light.
I am for an art that has me scrambling to put my organs back into my body.
I am for an art that makes me really hungry.
I am for an art that shocks my hairs into goosebumps.
I am for an art that shaves thin layers of skin off my finger.
I am for an art that sizzles with butter and olive oil.
I am for an art that creases my brow and folds me in half.
I am for an art that has me saying, "Huh?"
I am for an art that splashes on my forehead and floods the halls.
I am for an art that rips the fabric of space and time into arithmetic.
I am for an art the implodes all over the gravel as strawberry jam.
I am for an art that doesn't take shit from no one.
I am for an art that hums a song that isn't real.
I am for an art that swallows me and spits me out as someone else.
I am for an art that spoons me in the early morning.
I am for an art that wipes mud off of the windows.
I am for an art that loves diving into mud!
I am for an art that tirelessly stacks boxes.
I am for an art that hides in my closet and gives me nightmares.
I am for an art of a toothpick used to pick earwax.
I am for an art you cut into a million pieces.
I am for an art riding a totally gnarly wave.
I am for the art of my mother's red pen.
I am for the art you warned me about.
I am for an art yearning to meet that special ism.
I am for an art that flips you off.
I am for an art that threatens you if you look at it funny.
I am for an art sliding down a shear cliff into a coffee ocean.
I am for an art that gives me no answers.
I am for an art that gives me all the answers.
I am for an art that shines in a pitch black room.
I am for an art that hates me.
I am for an art that loves me.
I am for the art of delicate persuasion.
I am for an art that uses a crowbar to lift taffy off the floor.
I am for an art that is alliterative and noisy.
I am for an art busting out of prison.
I am for the art ready to bite.
I am for the art mapping out the broken dreams of childhood.
I am for the art of blasphemous giggles and blushing altar boys.
I am for an art that takes itself too damn seriously.
I am for artist's who make art.
I am for totally redundant art.
I am for artistic shower heads and over beautiful mundane objects.
I am for an art that lowers you into the well.
I am for the art of slap happy apprentices in the sumo school.
I am for the art of dead birds, snakes, family cats, and baby rabbits in my backyard.
I am for the art of hopeless tears.
I am for the art a box turtles scrape and the waxy eggs inside.
I am for an art that carves out a log for knick knacks and antique toys.
I am for an art that destroys me inside and out.
I am for the art of beads out of bone and elaborate walking sticks.
I am for the art of a ladybug on your finger and a worm writhing in your palm.
I am for an art shivering behind the service entrance, taking a desperate smoke.
I am for an art that doesn't apologize for its faults.
I am for an art that takes my lunch money.
I am for the art of pigtails, pig tails, and tail pigs.
I am for an art that wants to an astronaut when it grows up.
I am for art that knows me best.