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^never mind all of that above stuff...I was just cleaning my keyboard - a spur of the moment OCD thing...i do these things.
what happens when that thing you do becomes more than just something you do...when it becomes a necessity rather than a preference? when it becomes all i want to do, and fuck a bunch of jobs and people and places and things? some days i feel less like this than others, but i'm always thinking that I should be painting. unfortunately the production requires consumption which requires an income, and since i can't rely solely on the income from what i do, i have to do other stuff. it's a sick cycle; consume-produce-consume-produce...and hopefully once in a while SELL something. it's nice to sell stuff, but not really for the money - i could give a fuck about how much money i get for a piece, but the fact that somebody wants to hang my shit on their wall means infinitely more, but I'm not stupid and I ain't givin' it away either. well, that's all the time I have for this thing - i have work to do!
