Sorry I haven't written in a while, but my job has been limiting the time I can spend online. At least that's the excuse I'm going to give you anyway.
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Art is the Viagra of the soul
I watch them paint
And am spiritually aroused
Feeling like a dirty voyer
I see them peel away
Pieces of themselves
Like layers of clothing
And place them on the canvas
These thoughts make me want to run away
I find them a little too funny
And I know the high
Of sleep-deprivation
Is going to make me all too brave
So I mutter my excuses
About having top work in the morning
And I run away
From the horrors of my own mind
~Matt Magus
P.S. Why the fuck is the someone looking at my page from a bloody government web site...coming from a link I can't look at without a password of some kind. A link on a government web site at that. If I end up getting framed for something pretty fucked up in the next couple of years, I guess we'll all know why then, won't we....
~M
