Felipe

I was walking down the block with an old friend talking of life, politics and art
and my homes, my buddy, my friend had the nerve, the straight unbarred
audacity, to call me pretentious, why must I be pretentious? Why can't I be
cultured? Why can't I be eclectic? Why can't I be educated and refined in the things
I hold most dear to me? Am I truly pretentious? I suppose I am but what the dude
didn't realize is that the exact context of the word pretentious has changed today, I think
I understand it now as a compliment rather than an insult due to the fact it was taken out of context, the old meaning of the term would imply I claim some love or knowledge that I don't actually possess all for the sake of looking fresh, looking cool, but that wasn't the case here, my boy meant to say that I sounded like a damn fool and intellectual actually living in 2010, there aren't that many now I see where he's coming from, I'm a dying breed, a dying breed of persons, persons who question what does it mean to be a person, a person who does not only only express himself by the touch of paint but realizes that's just not enough, realizes that you must be socially and spiritually active in all expressive forms, I love the touch of paint just as much as I love the 7th chord on the beat of communication as much as I love the rhythm of the spoken word, society is losing that, so I speaking on behalf of the blind eyes and virgin ears, the weak lips, the bourgeois bitches and tricks looking to get a piece of the pie read this well and open your eyes to the truth that is - I'm a dying breed, I'm human.