The hardest thing to believe about me
is that I honestly couldn’t remind myself
of Justin Bieber actually starting Purpose in my house.
The cover is him there.
How many years have passed? I simply didn’t care much. Only now I’m telling.
Jus, I could act loudly against your actions that looked like obvious lies that were only highlighting your masculine dominance and aggressiveness.
I also didn’t like production quality on your albums.
I had to clean up my floor from orange peels and make your joke wait while I was coming down from LSD (you know the power that the molecule has over animals – a bunch of mice flew under my floor when you came – not an OK thrill to experience)...
The moment you appeared there in my hysterical hours came to be a lighthouse for me thinking about art to this moment.
Your integrity in art is unsurpassed.