Dear World

Please Kill Me,

Salutations, my gentle herd of untainted sheep (My synonym for artists. The flock shouldn’t leave the Shepard. Just metaphors. Relax), as always I hope you are spry and lively.

So, followers. I don’t usually tackle social media, but fuck it (it’s the “Road to the Mastery of the Craft”.), so that’s what we’re doing. To start, i’m not saying that I have tons of followers. I have a lovely bunch of people who I respect, (and stalk daily). How I got them, no fucking clue. Okay (you got me) , maybe I have a few.

Anyone with a site already knows this, so this may be brief. But of all the factors you may get from “Top Ten” lists and the like, there is one thing that remains consistent as an anchor for yourself. That thing, (get your pens out) is authenticity.

I’ll be honest, no clue how the fuck to teach that. I guess I may just have one of “those voices”, but any voice can be “that voice”. An audience is earned (maybe that should’ve been the title). I’ve given nothing more or less than what I have to offer. Don’t get me wrong, I’m VERY GRATEFUL, for all that read, but it is raw, it’s me, and it’s the only thing I see that works -on my site and every other one with fans (subtract the hate sites. Those ass-hats).

My observation is that, people want people; and like-minded people appreciate their own kind (awkward phrasing, but I’m building a moment.

Be authentic, be patient, and for GODSAKES be you.

That’s all I’ve got for now, see ya in the crucible.

-Antwan Crump.