Time to break silence . . .
My plans after high school? Hmmm a good question . . .
First I try to get in art school - get master degree in movie art - maybe have a gig as professor in Satanford secret faculty.
Along w studying I'm making art like possessed - sowing terror, bewilderment and fearful respect w my postmodern interdisciplinary works.
I travel around the world at film festivals and openings of my exhibitions. Skisma - Hateneum - Ghoulgenheim - Gothmopolitan Dark Art Museum . . .
Oh - that will be terrific.
My frenzy of creation will rage at power of thousand Gehenna - inevitably burning all my ralationships. Only thing left will be the triptych of ashes : me - distress - and my art.
And then finally - at about 66 years age I pop off as adored, hated and feared genius, who's funeral even the possible accidental children don't bother to attend.
Cause of death : chronical hepatitis caused by red wine OR suffocating between the breasts of some of my plush muse.
Oh well, I do not know . . . This was one of those hex-tempore thoughts.