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The Public Apology of Shia LaBeouf

It starts with this: Words are important. But I can barely remember 
all the things I’ve done and said. Sorry, world!

Action figures, videogames, superhero movies, and iPods which were 
mine alone, which served as my inspiration:
they all were unintelligent, ambiguous, and needlessly hurtful vapor 
floating in the atmosphere. That’s my fault; I fucked up. 
I deeply regret the manner in which these events have unfolded. I’m 
sorry for thinking I was being serious 

instead of accurately realizing I was mocking you. Even though I wish 
I hadn’t made so many of you angry, 
I owe it to future generations to explain why I’m not famous anymore: 
I looked in the mirror and said, “Grow up, Shia! 
No disrespect, you’ve got to learn from your mistakes. Stop creating!”
I was alone in a very dangerous situation: 
I got lost in the creative process, and the massive disruption it’s caused. 

(Their lives I try to read as much as I can, and call it our culture. That
way, they’re immortal.)

I couldn’t deny the facts, in light of the recent attacks against my artistic
integrity: I lifted the text; copying isn’t particularly creative work; trust
is hard-earned; and I need to work on being a less controversial tweeter.

Personal beliefs aside, I’ve let my family down. (We used to sit in a circle 
around a campfire; everything we have today that’s cool 
comes from someone wanting more of something they loved in the past.)

I do not believe that in the long run this is about individuals

I knew that it’d make a poignant, relevant short, but I want my life back.

This is not a publicity stunt.

Posted 01/13/14
Statement of Concept: "The Public Apology of Shia LaBeouf" comprises forty discrete dependent and independent clauses tweeted (not retweeted) by actor Shia LaBeouf in the month preceding the publication of this poem.
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