The world has finally alluded itself.
I am an artist.
I am here to make art.
I want to sell my body.
Everything and everything makes since, but doesn't.
I was able to stope time with my paintbrush. My leggs looked good. This is a story of this. This is now a story of that. In between is where life exsists, time exsists, we exsist. There are patterns to be seen. I have a dog.