Always stick to orders! especially like that?
I've just FOUND an interesting letter that was sent to worldoffound.com gallery,
A Hotel
W. Virginia
U.S.A.
TO A FRIEND IN BARCELONA 23rd Jan 2006
I have dyed my hair, brushed my teeth, left my suitcase in the last hole where I was. This raccoon is dead.
to come through perdition into exile then to be adulated in the new world is a not unfamiliar story; only the context is doomed. Like my friend K once sought stoned and castigated in a hastened frenzy she now walks freely, having reached her apotheosis, albeit in New Rimmel or Virgin land. But for her it is a kind of freedom.
They sought me out and asked me to "speak my truth". Egged me on. Saddened and shamed by their own worldly benefits, the way of their salvation, they believe is to give voices to the unheard. To hide behind a mask is not an escape from authenticity but the only skin to wear in a cruel world. This is why we hide behind dark glasses. I was never told what lay ahead on this path. Forced into the light, blinded by the rays of the sun, they asked me to "speak". But I was like a kid without factor 45. Back then, I had my clothes and friends and lived my truth in a world of neon appearance. There was a love there, "fucked up" or not....You know what I mean. Now my putrid flesh burns, my heart, my soul.
One day I'm gonna go live live with the moon people up there where its cold and dark and there are no more words for nothing any more. And everything just floats away.
Seek me out all who will. I am not nor have never been JT Leroy. This raccoon is dead.
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