Yo momma taught me betta than that.

Work was slow. And instead of revising a paper (over genius, aesthetics, and other philosophy junk), I wrote songs about them. They may sound familiar. Enjoy.

Genius loves me, this I know, For dead people tell me so.
Artistic ones to it belong. They are rare, but not for long.
Yeeeees Genius loves me
Yeeeees Genius loves me
Yeeeees Genius loves me
Dead people tell me so.


The E-L-I-T-E, the E-L-I-T-E, I stand alone on the work of Kant, the E-L-I-T-E.



I like the A-E, I like the A-E-S-T-H-E-T-I-C. I have G-E-N-I-U-S in my H-E-A-R-T and H-A-T-E art H-I-E-R-A-R-C-H-Y.



Genius loves the little children, All the children of the woooorld.
Red and yellow, Black and white (what the fuck, these colors bite).
Genius loves the little children of the world.


Currently in the works: This little light of mine. About Plato's Allegory of the Cave.