and in reverse, but not for this gal and not at this time, unless it's a mere two steps back to go one step forward.
but during this retrograde it's time to sit and think they say, so they say, which is fine i say
and it's really a matter of time and of money
and it's really a matter of time and of money
and art cannot exist without the latter
art cannot exist unless you can subsist
you need to make money
you need to make a living
how can you make art if you can't feed yourself
that's what my father always says
that's what the fathers always say
and can we incorporate art and humanity while balancing your beauty sleep and spending money livelihood and livability she cries as she drives on the freeway down the mountainous stretch, overpass. the sun glaring on her skin arms and face, the greenhouse effect should get her light on her feet but the other day got her down.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
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