To Be Able To Get Up And

If There Is Some Art Involved, Id Like It To Be That It Came Through The Cracks Of Daily Work.

Yeah, I Just Finished A Novel. Man Those Things Take Forever To Read.

It Was Taunted As Reality. It Was Dangled As A Carrot. In Terms Of People's Hopes And Dreams, To Say That That Is Less Of A Reality Than The Daily Grind They Find Themselves In Is Maybe Not Correct.

The Trouble With Jogging Is That The Ice Falls Out Of Your Glass.

Like A Guide Dog, Paintings Help You See.