This is This, This is That

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.

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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.