Glitter og stas

Jeg har i grunnen få problemer med å avfinne meg med at jeg neppe er aktuell som prisvinner i noen av kategoriene i Husmorskolens Bloggestas (med mindre babyer defineres som kjæledyr, selvfølgelig). Men det bare slo meg plutselig at Du Er Så Søt Når Du Er Sint-prisen egentlig like gjerne kunne hett Sensitive Artist-prisen. Eller det kunne den jo ikke, men man kunne hatt en slik pris i stedet. Eller i tillegg. Jada, jeg kan lage min egen prisutdeling hvis jeg syns at mine ideer er så mye bedre, men det syns jeg ikke, jeg syns bare King Missiles Sensitive Artist er en hårreisende morsom sang:

I am a sensitive artist
I am a sensitive artist
I am a sensitive artist…

I am a sensitive artist.
Nobody understands me because I am so deep.
In my work I make allusions to books that nobody else has read,
Music that nobody else has heard,
And art that nobody else has seen.
I can’t help it
Because I am so much more intelligent
And well-rounded
Than everyone who surrounds me.

I stopped watching tv when I was six months old
Because it was so boring and stupid
And started reading books
And going to recitals
And art galleries.
I don’t go to recitals anymore
Because my hearing is too sensitive
And I don’t go to art galleries anymore
Because there are people there
And I can’t deal with people
Because they don’t understand me.

I stay home
Reading books that are beneath me,
And working on my work,
Which no one understands

I am sensitive…
I am a sensitive artist
I am a sensitive artist
I am a sensitive artist…

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