Complaints


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I dreamt of the subtlest thing last night

I was a musician.

You were the audience.

I played you the song of our lives

and you still sit

in front of me

complaining

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Tell me that you art


As a kid, I did a lot of observing. Interesting things were all over the place. I noticed animals, shoes, clothing, but the number one thing that I payed attention to we’re people acting differently. Not in a bad way at all, just differently. One day when I was about six, my parents and I were driving down the streets of Trenton and saw the sign: Trenton makes, the world takes. When we arrived at the circus, where we were going, a little girl with raggedy cloths, probably not washed for days. She said,” Tell me you have a art” meaning heart. None of us really knew what to say at that moment, but from that day on, I made a vow to kelp people like that. And have an art. So this week I invite you all to have an art moment.

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