In need of another artistic outlet, almost completed with the painting of every room in my house, ( and before deciding on the color to paint the inside of a closet, or even whether I should ) I thought about the down time I have while too muddy to work on our farm. I had enjoyed, at one time in my life, drawing and creating well ... I h
In need of another artistic outlet, almost completed with the painting of every room in my house, ( and before deciding on the color to paint the inside of a closet, or even whether I should ) I thought about the down time I have while too muddy to work on our farm. I had enjoyed, at one time in my life, drawing and creating well ... I hate to say art as I am no Picasso, but here we are all the same.
Instagram I know nothing about, how to gain followers when, lets be real, sometimes I don't want to be here. In this skin, a game to pay the bills. Just know you are not alone because everybody has to eat.
And I will tell you if you frequent that "greatest" spinach salad tossed with pumpkin croutons, generously scattered with blue cheese
Instagram I know nothing about, how to gain followers when, lets be real, sometimes I don't want to be here. In this skin, a game to pay the bills. Just know you are not alone because everybody has to eat.
And I will tell you if you frequent that "greatest" spinach salad tossed with pumpkin croutons, generously scattered with blue cheese crumbles and drizzled with a bacon vinaigrette for $17, I can best you by my own kitchen, minus the pumpkin croutons, for about three bucks. So... There will always be That.
"Our job is to hear the music in the noise" author unknown
This quote, seemingly simple, has left its boot prints upon me. Unable to remember the last time I had not, only heard noise. Like most surviving childhoods, I have had my outlets. Some more productive than others. I am a published struggling poet now. Though small, only a cog on
"Our job is to hear the music in the noise" author unknown
This quote, seemingly simple, has left its boot prints upon me. Unable to remember the last time I had not, only heard noise. Like most surviving childhoods, I have had my outlets. Some more productive than others. I am a published struggling poet now. Though small, only a cog on a really, really Big wheel. So you can say I've come "to hear the music" and ... as cliché as it sounds, maybe even dance ~
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