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Sunday, June 3, 2007

the paintlings grew

and the greed stoppered: whiling no longer on
how come no one loves my art
now its giving it away and smiling like old cliffhanger klingenhagen
much love all the sway,sashay
release the leashered cache,yea yea yea,'eh?
Posted by peacefulzen at 9:19 AM
Labels: playfult truthisisms: don't make the art for the dough but for the healing of the enslavered

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