Fear, and understanding, the world and it’s people, the river, the land, and the spirits that inhabit them, it’s what drives a lot of this, maybe a lot of art is the same, the sun and the moon, a diary entry, a good will, a hope for humanity, simply a good idea, or a beautiful form, shame and enticement, light and its absence, education, art within a template, and echo of yourself, and your perspective, art is something that’s so costly, it consumes so much, like heroin or cheese, it can be addicting, knowledge and information, power and structure, I’m not really a fan of it, it’s like a spell, it gets you high, deludes your mind, fucks you, and throws you a towel, clean yourself up, Chris Tucker, a passing ball, waxing crescent, Bikini Bottom, spewing crap, the assignment, and procrastination, is there really a test on Friday, who knows, if you were truly blessed, you wouldn’t bother to care…

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