I got a letter from the government
The other day
Opened it and read it
It said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me givin a damn, I said never
Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like myself
Because I never did
I wasnt wit it, but just that very minute...
It occurred to me
The suckers had authority
oh it sounds wonderful (except for slow connections and such) :)... very exotic! oh how i miss the beach :( of course you're still there at the top Sal! i am hardly here on myspace myself these days (due to general life stuff- work and other commitments) but its nice to hear from you and know you're still out there somewhere living a good life and creating the cities of the future! :) love n hugs n best wishes- M xo
"Commercial art is a subsector of creative services, and refers to art created for commercial purposes, primarily advertising...The skills that are needed to be a good commercial artist are the ability to organize information, knowledge of fine arts, visualization, originality, knowledge of media, and ability to communicate well..."
Surround yourself with the art you enjoy, I *** you.
Harshness vanished. A sudden softness has replaced the meadows wintry grey. Little rivulets of water changed their singing accents. Tendernesses, hesitantly, reach toward the earth from space, and country lanes are showing these unexpected subtle risings that find expression in the empty trees.
- Rainer Marie Rilke, Early Spring
Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?:D **********
hey Sal :) long time no talk, i've been out and about and havent had time to check myspace. hope everything is going well with you and as far as the financial crisis, everything happens for a reason unfortunatly most people are blind to it
If you're tellin me I'm not on fire You're just preachin to the choir I've gotten dull as old barbed wire from livin Last night I watched the evening news It was the same ol nothin new It should have cut me right in two But it didn't I don't know why
But I wanna feel somethin Somethin that's a real somethin That moves me, that proves to me I'm still alive I wanna heart that beats and bleeds A heart that's bustin at the seams I wanna care, I wanna cry, I wanna scream I just wanna feel somethin
If youre tellin me that's just how it is I dont buy it cause once I was kissed By a red-headed girl with cherry lips On her porch when I was sixteen And I felt it somewhere in my soul and time stood still and I couldn't let go I can't tell you cause I don't know how I got so cold When did I get so cold
I just wanna feel somethin Somethin that's a real somethin That moves me, that proves to me I'm still alive Run my fingers through your fingers, across your face and through your hair And close my eyes and breathe you in like air I just wanna feel somethin
I hate that I'm jaded and I make you cry But still you stick around me, only God knows why Damn it all to hell, I'm done Cause I don't like what I've become So come here, baby Come here, baby
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