My name is Derrick Salas and I am a very insecure artist, Iím telling you this because I want to be honest, Iím doing this for you. I am trying to be sincere but I fear your rejection. I am disgusting, so please donít try and make me into something beautiful. My brain is fed electricity through white hot wires, after that everything comes naturally. I do this is in private of course, so please donít tell anyone. I can remember smoke rising from sweat soaked sheets. I can remember soft curly hair twisting between my fingers. I donít try to be ugly. But the world is changing and slowing down; melting like an ice cube between her legs, and she is beautiful. I canít stop painting her, every time she looks different, so I start again.
Soon we will all understand whatís on the inside.
I am a river and your judgment is a rotten fish, floating down stream, toward the open ocean. Or more likely I am the fish and you are the river. Or maybe the river is dried up and all the fish are dead. In that case I am an old man, turning each fish over and shaking with hunger, shooing away the flies and rats. I canít afford to steal paint now. I am starving for your affection and rotten fish is better then dirt and steam, cooked together over bestselling science fiction.
Luckily, soon all of us will burst, water will flow from our finger tips, and plants will grow when we walk side by side. No more words can pass between us, Iím sorry but itís hard to stay still for this long. I am covered in paint, my brain is like a melting ice cube, and I donít think I have much more time. I love you for listening, so please buy a painting so I donít have to steal anymore paint.