My Paintings, My Life

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It starts with a thought

Then an idea

That becomes a dream

Then there's hope and maybe faith

Then comes the paper

And in jump the colors

AND THEN IT STOPS AND CHANGES

The thought becomes shit

The idea, stupid

The dream's shattered by reality

Then there's doubt and maybe despair

Then comes the liquor

And the colors fade

                      And that's when all is finally lost!

 

 

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