As a cute little boy, I approach girls and kiss them; nothing else matters. My fake, selfish, evil, and tyrant father didn't like it. He was hard and humiliated me in public no matter what I did or said. He wants me to be mentally ill. None stopped him, taught me anything, and was loving. I was alone, afraid, confused, and frustrated. Life became dark and sad. I was bullied and fought to fit in. I lived hard and got severe depression and became an early retiree without knowing why.
You see a well-known, cool-looking jazz musician with a beanie and smoke in the corner of his mouth. He is not mentally ill. He thinks he is amazing and cool since he is rich and famous, achieved by talent, hard work, and strength, which is celebrated and admired since the world is made like that, but the goal for him is not money and fame but to attract women and have great sex. His fear of rejection, feeling minor, and contacting women indicate that he is fake, selfish, evil, and totally in control. In this world, women are drawn to strong men, money, and labor, yet it is improper to fall for behaviors that aren't true, cute, and loving.
That's why I've drawn tribal patterns since I'm a true, cute, loving man who likes a life of freedom, true, easy, and calm without control, norms, and rules so I can be me and do what I want. The words reveal that I am really angry and frustrated since they are not true, cute, and loving, and since they bullied me and caused me to develop a mental illness. The cross of death tells that I, as a cute man, might as well die when in this perfect world there is no peace, love, harmony, and I experience no or too little sex.
