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PAINt.

September 30, 2007

IF I could live off of the creativity flowing from the veins in my body,

IF the strokes of my brush could magically build a roof under my head,

IF that painting on the wall could feed my hungry mouth,

THEN life would be just great.

fantastic.

amazing.

fabulous.

No more straining my eyes to get the reading assignment done. 

No more making flash cards. 

No more dissecting frogs or rats. 

No more histology. 

No more three-hour labs.

No more pH calculations. 

No more Chemistry. 

No more nasty fuck MATH. 

But no.

AND because  the creativity flowing from the veins in my body can't make things happen…

I just have to suffer. And life right now isn't so fabulous.

I want to sleep. I want to have just a little bit more time to sit down and enjoy a meal.

I want just a little room to BREATHE. 

But it's not happening. Not today.

And I just want to paint. And I keep begging Time to just let this little girl PAINT. 

But Time… He just won't allow it. 

In just a few minutes, it will be October once again.

The leaves will soon be coming down.

And more work is waiting to be done. 

I want great, fantastic, amazing, fabulous to happen NOW.

But it comes at a price. It's called PAIN.

But. I just want. to PAINT.

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