Eleven more to go, for me to be awesome.... Well, who is to say what is awesome?

Society, Your Peers, Your Parents, Your teachers, Your preachers?

And to put a numerical value on your creative mind, pass judgement, 

"Youre not our kind", "It's not the right fit" Well I think eleven, like opinions, is 

complete shit! No numbers, or groups, categories, or style, can define an artist, at 

least one that's worth while.  Creating to create, or creating to consume, creating for 

yourself, or to satisfy a room.  In true art there is no end, nor beginning, so why would

there be a number, a price, losing or winning.  Its quite an oxymoron, from complete

hypocrites, to group, shred, and pick art into bits.  Wether it be through a brush or a pen

a song, or a dance, art is art, not by force or by chance, simply ones soul poured out to

share, so heres to your eleven, tell me how did I fare!