i had to leave the house of fashion go forth naked from its doors cuz women should be allies not competitors and i had to leave the house of god cuz the cross replaced the wheel and the goddesses were out in the garden with the plants that nourish and heal
i had to leave the house of privilege spend christmas homeless and feeling bad to learn that privilege is a headache that you don't know that you don't have and i had to leave the house of television to start noticing the clouds it's amazing the stuff you see when you finally shed that shroud
i had to leave the house of conformity in order to make art i had to be more or less true to learn to tell the two apart and i had to leave the house of fear just about as soon as i could crawl ignore my face on the wanted posters stuck to the post office wall
i had to leave the house of self-importance to doodle my first tattoo realize a tattoo is no more permanent than i am, and who ever said that life is suffering i think they had their finger on the pulse of joy ain't the power of transcendence the greatest one we can employ