I stood back and took in my portrait of Walter after his three hour sitting today.

I was surprised by what I saw. Did I paint that…?
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Oil everywhere. All over my hands and my face.

Sliding down my limbs, oozing out of my pores…
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I’d do almost anything that you want me to do.

But, I can’t go for that!

No, I can’t go for that!

Oh, I can’t go for that!

No can do…
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You left me slumped over in a back alley with my last ash giving up the glow…
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I think that complex color concepts have taken the forefront in my work.

Rather, my command of color and light is glaringly insufficient,
and it’s time to address it…
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“It is dangerous to be sincere unless you are also stupid. ”
- George Bernard Shaw…
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It’s those eyes that she looks at me with! They hurl daggers and veiled insults…
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A small brown leather bag full of magical chanting monkeys kill kill kill….
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I love this song, especially when they bring that sweet sound back…
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When we go down, we go down underground. Who’s going to come with me…
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