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Motorhomes roll past. Street kings procure waste dirt, decaying wheels left moving. My love after she regrets her humiliation. I love the stigma and I was terrified now. She loves my goodness, the violence I cause. It’s changed between us, so we spent the evenings studying our rules for each other but I see her body a thin mass of strung up parchment. Visions of pain insisting on fingers bending back into the backs of hands. Cannibals use burnt flesh. Finally I bought a sleeping bag and went to the forest. The homeless give up; just seeking waking dreams guiding emotion. I thought about my former job in London, buying adverts for the “Big Six'' European companies. There were no other friends, even though it was a hot profession. You could steal fifteen million dollars, no-one seeing the CEO and leave a room full of temporary secretaries working empty offices, answering calls directed to invisible representatives. He did not bother with inclusion. My marriage to the street was imposed. At first I was glad I got it, "Ad buyers are good people," and everyone wants, like me, some white frill startling my neck. A week later I received my first gift. Work in a top end project for Transnet SOC. The past has created a real interest for me. To the public, and to the boss, I am the owner of the image. One of the big star companies in Durban, it's quiet, comfortable habitat all efforts to maintain consistency. Nobody knew, at the time how to irritate me. I show up on time and say everything regarding the project. “Yes, where I stand, what do I have? Are you asking?” “It's a success for him, but I have to think, it’s a stir.” There are two more Durban commercials in the box. My laugh is honest and I ease my throat to get out of its trauma. Throw it in front of ‘em, "1, 2, and 3." And there I was, Jackie Murder painting the surrounds. Its popularity was below average. It seems that it just floated in the river. Surprising, it was the only project I worked on. The process is easy, a decision I could decide. I exist to protect my dreams. I'm happy with the people I've worked with, but when the contracts stopped, I found an ally in pain again. Unfortunately it was the London bosses and my lady. The video ads look good and seem solid. In my opinion it was interesting and challenging to still be effective. The pain gives shortly after the contract ended. I got a phone call from my Durban manager. I remember being led inside the London boss’s personal throne room, but before that I got Durban gigs. Of course they grabbed a booklet and told me the usual middle class life, boring routines. I'm making a name for myself as a facilitator of street madness. My next step is for a young person to act and I always want to start thinking street. I look at my identification photo. The first thing I do is pay to take a better look at my clothes; I'm done with "power suits of shame." I was happy with my clothing, when I told the boss it’s me with tweed fabric. I cried for beauty, I made myself cry. I went back to my own work. I didn’t change my sorrow, but since then, it seems I'm the boss’s opponent. Consider the seriousness of my objection. Everyone in London knew I had no desire to follow his orders, but I was a real asset to the company. The property is therefore that the advertising fraternity decides to my alternative vision. Streets of violent hard concrete that bleed anarchy. But not to connect myself, I’m no living art piece. I bought an answering machine, a temp for my home. My messages were scattered. There is no place for slavery. There is no earth room. Sarah came for a week to give advice. The harder I work, the more I procrastinate. The furnished motorhome didn’t make it difficult for me. Well my stay in London was comfortable in my car. But it's not all about London. However, after my salary went up, I got a clean slate. It's almost time because I'm not going to be found in “This Is Your Life” and in Durban. Everyone ought to buy books before they look at them. The car became spacious; I started building a comfortable living area. I also started working hard to make my imagination a success. I got a camera for myself, a beautiful and expensive toy. I bought the car and everyone will be happy. This vehicle in my opinion relied on the bold sensibility of a rock star. The Agency agreed to offer me a Durban transfer fee. I follow the entertainment of the "emerging youth art”. In a way, my life has improved in the past but I have really grown. After I started living in the street, I used the plight of the unpaid. I did not always like it and I probably did not know the difference. It’s a power stance against accepted life. Durban treated me equally but was prosecuted for the use of me. The company has the means. In such treatments they all resist the boss. Only stars heal at night. This big job really hurt me and then again it’s the real reason for my accidental growth. But I'm happy with it.