Monday, April 11, 2011

mothlike


I wish I could paint. And sculpt. And shoot films to scores that make will make millions of teenage hipsters weep with tears that they cannot pin down an emotion to, because it doesn't evoke anything happy or sad. And create incredible towers of wire and steel. And write stuff to make people laugh and cry and then laugh at themselves for crying. And master Debussy. Among other things. s

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