Here lies an artist who must be understood in the context of me.
Here lies an artist who created beauty for a world which was too stupid to know.
Here lies an artist, misunderstood in her own time.
Here lies an artist whose life was pain because of people.
Just.
Like.
You.
Here lies an artist whose life was unfair.
Here lies an artist who was a beautiful flower while she lasted in these seasons of
life.
Here lies an artist who needed to be loved.
Here lies an artist who did everything she could but still failed at life and supreme money power. here is an artist who finally figured everything out.
Here lies a artist who found the stregnth to kill herself.
Here lies an artist intelligent enough to fool the insurance company.
Here lies an artist who is being reborn.
Here lies an artist greater than who she was before.
Here lies an empty cocoon.
Here flies a beautiful pheonix, risen from the ashes with supreme money power.