The world came to save my life when I was blaming myself for a horrible tragedy. When I noticed the eye on me, I couldn't help but perform and many were moved by my art. I started asking why they turn a blind eye to so much but make me hear about harmless things I've done that people misjudged. I was attacking, I didn't want to be saved. I got Gods attention when I put the eye of the public on this dude who was being a total creep, talking about some young girls at the beach whilst sitting in my truck while I painted. He took off and I watched the attention of the public follow him. I had the attention on me because I was going through a very unique and tragic situation where we lost many relatives in the worst way, and the world was keeping me alive because I tried to help and blamed myself when I couldnt. I did many things with the attention on me, and a few people hanging around me didn't know how to react when people walking by seemingly knew what we were talking about and commented as they passed. Some were being creeps and one guy even took off running when he saw that the world was watching. " Blind eye?" The world mocked, as I witnessed the power.
I fell in love with one of my best friends younger sisters when we were kids and we were together for years, she was older than everyone in her class by a year but people didn't know that, and I got a bad rep even though she was just a few years younger, which is why creeps would come up thinking I would be down to help them get with really young girls. In those days I had some unhealthy habits and felt strongly about not negatively influencing others with healthy lifestyles.
I started to have fun with it. I did many paintings and wrote many poems and made some cool masks, one was a tiki mask as tall as me that I would stand behind and look around at people and it was like a spotlight. Most were totally thrilled, others didn't know how to react, a few flipped out and I would turn my mask away. It was so surreal.
A few creeps came along and I fed them to the machine that had created itself around me. When they stopped coming, the machine was hungry for more, and took off into the world. That's when Epstein got taken down. Coincidence? Or am I the artist who made those waves?