Tuesday, May 31, 2005

I'm a painter

I am painter. I painted a room green. It used to be pink. I moved furniture, books, and ladders. I painted the ceiling! Kids where playing everywhere. I heard stories of flight. I ate shrimp. My head became dizzy with fumes. A giant cockroach tried to kill me. I defeated it. My painting rules. My warrior spirit prevails. Today I paint again. I am going to paint the trim in the green room, a yellowish white. Birds will sing. My brain will grow smaller. I will think of Spinoza. I cannot be stopped.

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