No one listens to me.
No one has ever listened to me.
So I paint and write.
It's so simple.
If my parents were alive I would totally shout that in their face.
No one ever listened to me.
So I immortalize what I want to say - so to speak - so to paint.
I think I must be close to death - or something - all this honesty.
The honesty is too much.
What?
You aren't going anywhere soon my friend...you don't get out of a Hillary or Trump administration that easy! You gotta suffer with the rest of us.
ReplyDeleteHaha! It's going to get even crazier, isn't it.
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