It's unfortunate that most "tattooed candy-asses" can only associate Hollywood's Kenneth Maslak strictly with Sushi Blues or as part of the annals of a pissed-off, white guy avant-garde. Maslak, the eternally angry but with purpose and reason and much better known as Kenny Millions was a revered jazz sax player and innovator since well before those "tattooed candy-asses" were born.
Millions might make you squirm when he takes to a stage, often looking like a greasy cyberpunk butcher in a Z-grade film, but within his musings and shrilly salvos, there's a raw and sadly forgotten type of artistry that shares a commonality within the expressive primitive self we all harbor but choose to ignore.
Kenny Millions is Zen serenity and an amalgam of multiple wisdoms weathered and beaten into one cocksucking shit storm of willfully offending aphorisms and solipsism.
Treat him the way that you would Nostradamus. He requires the kid gloves of "interpretation" and make sure to look deeper beyond the face value of his sayings for the true meaning. See yourself reflected in his simple poetry, emulate his goals, lead a free life filled with artistic expression -- free from societal mores and the puritanical restrictions that continuously wage war against your true self. Read his resolutions for inspiration.
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