I am an artist

One who hasn’t found his art

I live like an artist,

I spend my days drinking on the porch thinking about life

how it fucks us, this cherished thing called life.

I really believe that I am an artist.

One who hasn’t found his craft.

I believe I will make it,

hope keeps us sane

give us a sense of purpose, keeps us from raping and murdering ourselves, I’ll die hopeful.

The death of hope is the death of life.

Hopefully I’ll live





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