All Things Random

There’s something heroic about the way my fans operate their cameras. So precisely and intricately and so proudly. Like Kings writing the history of their people. It’s their prolific nature that both creates and procures what will later be perceived as the “kingdom.” So, the real truth about Lady Gaga fans ( my Little Monster ) lies in this sentiment: They are the kings. They are the queens. They write the history of the kingdom, while I am something of a devoted Jester.

It is in the theory of perception that we have established our bond. Or, the lie, I should say, for which we kill. We are nothing without our image. Without our projection. Without the spiritual hologram of who we perceive ourselves to be, or rather to become in the future.

When you’re lonely, I’ll be lonely too,

And this is the fame.

Love and art.

12-18 1974

Lady Gaga

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