Manifesto of Little Monsters – Lady Gaga

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 lies in this sentiment: They
are the kings. They are the queens. They write the history of the
Kingdom, while 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 to become, in the future.

When you’re

lonely…

I’ll be lonely too..

And this is the fame.