Sir P

Funny.
Yes, very funny, Sir P.
Really funny.

Indeed, a stylized penis is funny hahaha I like drawing them on my friends' faces while they sleep. The people expressions when they see them walking around with a penis on their face are priceless hahaha

But what am I supposed to infer from a penis drawn like a child's?

Sure, Picasso said it took him a lifetime to learn how to paint like a child. What does it mean, you ask me? I don't know... maybe it took him a lifetime to shed all the patterns stuck to him from birth. What to eat, how to eat, how to dress, how to behave with others so they don't speak ill of you, even what to think.
Maybe that's what Picasso meant. We need to think with our own heads. And perhaps there's nothing more difficult… In fact, I've never asked myself what I REALLY like, what I want to do in life, if I like how I'm living my life… I've never even asked myself if I really enjoy the sex I have.
So, what do I really want? Do my thoughts belong to my personality, or are they remnants of other personalities I've encountered along my journey? Who do I want to become? Who am I?

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How the hell should I know.

I’ll start today. From this moment on, I want to ask myself every time if what happens, what I do and what I think truly belongs to me. What's done is done, "mistakes" show me what I don't want, what I won't do again. I need to thank my mistakes and those who hurt me because they will fuel my growth. I will improve thanks to them. I will be more myself thanks to them!

Except you, Sir P, fuck you and your stylized penis that didn't make me realize anything.