Today had a few benefits. I learned a few new "sleeping positions for Russian serfs",got to spend some quality R&R with my outstanding girlfriend, and enjoyed a Corner Bakery panini with my insightful mother for lunch.
Its refreshing to see what life can be like before Art and constant third parties intervened. To not have to worry about short stories and writing styles of modern authors compared to the various poets that I idolize every single stop light or moment off would be an indescribable joy of laziness and eventual boredom. Sure, its not for me, but the simple life would be lovely. Its not my responsibility, but as an artist/ err...creative-type, i always feel pressured to preform in the impossible realms of excellence in order to (+)to or (-)from my "work" as the commonfolk man. Essentially life has become my pallet to which different areas of experience enrich my possibilities to produce some form of true art. Hello? Is there anybody out there? ....

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