The great New York City hip-hop pioneer Grandmaster Flash is seen in the artwork. A bit to one side, the cap and head tilted back. In pursuit of acceptance, he shows resiliency and mastery. No, it is fake. To be vulnerable and afraid is an act he shies away from. Being human makes it dumb. Everyone is so dimwitted. Whoever hates humans built the system to put a value on wealth, stuff, power, evil, hardship, and no fear. If I don't comply, I'll face punishment. Love doesn't exist.
His cool look, fame, and cash are all about to be noticed and attract women. Women want cool guys. He fears contacting women, being rejected, and feeling tiny, but he doesn't suffer from mental illness. He wants power for himself and is evil. He is not loving. Things that are true, cute, empathetic, and glad in their love are worthy.
I had a soft spot for others, as I was a little cute lad. I went out and kissed the girls. To put a halt to me, yet men who were evil, selfish, and power-hungry humiliated and harshly treated me to the point that I had a mental illness and social anxiety. None intervened, was loving, and gave me life lessons. All alone. I did my best to fit into society. Hard, frustrating, and confusing life. I felt a deep depression and retired early, but I had no idea why.
True, cute, empathetic, and loving things are promoted by keywords: the butterfly, hearts, and flowers. Men want the women but are afraid of the Western world's evil wrath, marked by the circles around the eye. What's the point of dollars when you don't get women and sex anyway? Freedom for a simple, true, tolerant, and calm life is promoted by tribal patterns. I want to be the cool backdrop graffiti.
