People Are Strange

People are a funny lot.

Some throw shit against the wall. If it sticks, they slap a price tag next to it and call it “art.”

What falls to the floor gets smeared onto paper and bound. A price tag is slapped on it and it gets called a “book.”

Those people consider themselves a success as an artist and / or writer because other people buy their shit.

I suppose it is a living for them. Catering to the lowest common denominator is easy.

Fast food vendors, Wal-Mart stores, NASCAR races and reality shows have their loyal consumers as well.

I’m not one.

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