I've dedicated my life to the career of an artist. There is nothing in the world I love more than painting, talking about painting, and looking at paintings. It is the reason I wake each day. The life of an artist is one that consists of copious amounts of time spent alone in the studio. While it's true, I deeply cherish this time, I often realize it has left me virtually friendless and perpetually alone. The time spent at the easel is pure bliss, it's when the brushes rest that I realize how little I am connected to the people around me. The catalyst of my sadness is my one true love. It's an amazingly ironic predicament. I guess I need to find more things to paint. Any who, I hope those of you who are sad find the peace you are looking for. Happiness is a goal, and by consequence, is something that we must consciously strive for. I wish you the best and that someday soon you can look at the world and smile.
"Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds, in the sky
You'll get by, If you smile, through all fear and sorrow
smile and maybe tomorrow, you'll find the sun come shinning through,
if you, my darling, just smile" | |
I would walk a mile
to stick it in your vertical smile
and though it may stink
sometimes I do think
that a cock in your cunt
beats a poorly kicked punt.
...which is a weird football based poem, but you get the idea, Princess drippy slit.
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