I read some of "The Philosophy of Andy Warhol" the other day and I think
Andy(I feel like we all have the right to call him that)'s right.
Andy says he doesn't know why people don't like being alone.
Andy says all the James Deans are incapable of inspiring romance (On behalf of failed James Deans everywhere, I agree).
Andy says it's movies are real and real life's the fake.
Andy says that no one even knows what they're feeling till it's over and movies give us a way to feel everything without having to live through it.
Andy says be what you love.
Andy loved plastic dolls.
Andy says things beneath what he says, around and above what he says.
Andy is smart enough to say less and mean more.
Andy Warhol may be Frankenstein.
Andy Warhol may be Dracula, but most likely
Andy Warhol is just one of his mother's broken little dolls.
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