Inspiring is a curse: the discovery of my power

To Tesla:

who knew? it was so common place a thing for me to do. who knew i looked like that to you. how dare you make assumptions about my character? how dare you elevate me above my depravity?

i didnt care- i got bored and wanted to leave, u werent there so i picked the best fight to sign my work. i posed. i was never one for nobility. me? i like a glass of fine wine, it is u who enjoys the squalor.

i am at best a fake artist, i enjoy the inefficiency of a ridel glass. it adds no utility to the wine. and yet- alas, something so frivolous must be in a posers hand.

how dare you see my cavalier je ne sais quais and presume there to be morality there? how could you wound urself thus to measure up when i had no design in which to compare.

u walked into hell, not knowing there was an exit- a bypass. u never asked — ur stupid silent fucking nobility. and then one day broken u tied a ribbon on my hand and walked away. fuck ur nobility.

i hid- i was too afraid of being found out. u hide believing u dont measure up. i am a pale shadow of you- all i am is the pieces u leave behind. i collect them, and then i pretend they were mine.

i sold out. u stayed true. so now let me say this to you. i will sell out and this time it will be for u. i just wanted a party where i could laugh- who knew u made up these ideas and followed ur own mythical path.