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My favorite. photograph. ever.

04 Dec

This weekend I did some rearranging of “artwork” that I have in my home. Part of it was probably to signify a new outlook in my life, as I am feeling a bit stagnant lately and when I get stagnant, I need change. And aside from packing my shit and moving to California, or Mexico, or New Zealand, rearranging my environment is the best thing that I could come up with. I say my decorations are quote un quote artwork because none of it is of any huge monetary value, nothing is an original and nothing is worth insuring, yet, all pieces are a visualization of my beliefs and enjoyments in life. From Hands of Fatima photographs which were bought direct from the photographer to a mass produced poster from the 130th Preakness which I attended with my ex, every piece is a part of me. Many would be considered pieces of shit to anyone else, but they are mine, and that’s all that matters.

I moved the absolute favorite piece that I own into the primest real estate in my home – in my family room, directly above the sofa. It symbolizes so much to me – hope, peace, understanding – everything that John Lennon himself stood, and was killed, for. He was truly a man of inspiration and dreams.

Happily, just as I had hoped, my blue living room coddles the photo as if it gave it life, and seeing it so prominently displayed every day gives me life. Aside from the calming blue hue of my walls, I now have to opportunity to gaze at one of the greatest minds to have ever lived, whenever I want to. I can already feel my stress levels diminishing…

Don’t be surprised for my John Lennon kick to continue in future posts as my ring-tone is now “Happy Christmas (War is Over),” as it is every Christmas season, and that always makes me extra introspective. In the meantime, here are some of his words:

John Lennon’s Working Class Hero

As soon as your born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and despise a fool
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religon, sex and T.V.
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free
But you’re still fucking peasents as far as I can see
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be

There’s room at the top I’m telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
Working Class Hero is something to be

Yes , A Working Class Hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

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