We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
Monday, May 4, 2009
break my fall
well, this'll certainly give me more time to ~create~ hur hur hurrr
maybe now i'll really get to be the 'starving artist' i'd always dreamt of. haha. ha.
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