Tonight is a workshop and again, I have nothing to wear...and I might miss out because there is someone in early labor. My job certainly gets in the way of my life.
In the new ear, all artists will be supported by everybody, like monastics in the East. We are sorta the same. We keep odd hours, we talk to ourselves (or not at all), we like our own kind and we are vehemently kind to animals.
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