manifesto of lady gaga

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There’s something heroic about the way my fans operate their cameras. So precisely, so intricately and so proudly. Like Kings writing the history of their people. It’s their prolific nature that both creates and procures what will later be perceived as the “kingdom.” So, the real truth about Lady Gaga fans, my little monsters,  lies in this sentiment: They are the kings. They are the queens. They write the history of the kingdom, and I am something of a devoted Jester. 

It is in the theory of perception that we have established our bond. Or, the lie, I should say, for which we kill. We are nothing without our image. Without our projection. Without the spiritual hologram of who we perceive ourselves to be, or rather to become, in the future. 

When you’re lonely, I’ll be lonely too. And this is the fame. 

Love and art. 

12. 18.1974 

Lady Gaga.

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This is the manifesto of Mother Monster… On G.O.A.T, a Goverment Owned Alien Territory in space. A birth of magnificent and magical proportions took place, but the birth was not finite. It was infinite. As the whombs numbered and the mitosis of the future began, It was perceived that this infamous moment in life is not temporal. It is eternal. And thus began the beginning of the new race, a race within the race of humanity, a race which bears no prejudice, no judgment, but boundless freedom. But on that same day as the eternal mother hovered in the multiverse, another more terrifying birth took place. The birth of evil and as she herself split into two rotating in agony between two ultimate forces. The pendulum of choice began its dance, It seems easy, you imagine, To gravitate instantly and unwaveringly towards good. But she wondered “How can I protect something so perfect without evil?”