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painters are the shit before/after Maybe the music is not inside of me. Or maybe its inside us all. Or maybe we're all a part of it, the long, long song of the cosmos. I really don't know. I know the things I create...I would like them to be better. I want to write with selerity. With purpose and passion. With cognizant line-breaks. I want to write a song. I think...really...deep down, I always wanted to paint. I'm envious of painters. Its tangible, its real. People buy that shit. And it can last forever. Or a really, really long time, anyway. Forever would be hyperbole. I've never really turned the corner on drawing, though. I suppose I could throw 10,000 hours into this. I'm trying not to limit myself. Instead of saying, 'I've never been good at drawing' I said that. My head hurts and I've had a wicked cold for a week.
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