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| Lester the Positive Squirrel agrees. |
So I've started coming to some realizations around the house and with life as an artist in general recently. No, I'm not becoming a philosophizer, too many big words (brain too dumb) for that and far too much "living what you teach" required for a guy that changes his mind about what shirt to wear ten times every morning (and still has no style). No...it's far less important for the word "philosophy" to be thrown in there. In fact, you may earn nothing at all from this other than a slight chuckle...but chuckles are good for life so here it goes.
#1. There is no such thing as painty clothes. No matter how much I try to separate nice, nice-ish and painty, all clothes are, in all honesty, in the "painty" section.
#2. A "night of not-too-much-drinking" for me, is a black-out, throw-up-in-the-morning, what-the-fuck-happened-shit-show for most other people. I think that one explains itself.
and #3. What I call art supplies, others may consider something akin to "semi-productive hoarding." No I don't have piles of pizza boxes from floor to ceiling, but most people don't see a plank of wood on the street and think "I better grab that, I could paint on that wood!" Voila, a masterpiece is born.
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