This is not where art and commerce meet. This is where commerce slips something in art's drink. Steel coffins, gears grinding with glee. There's space on the conveyor belt for one more. This one's old and rusted, jaded and the green has faded. We need more bright dreams to sell. Who knows. It could be you.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Ill At Easel
This is not where art and commerce meet. This is where commerce slips something in art's drink. Steel coffins, gears grinding with glee. There's space on the conveyor belt for one more. This one's old and rusted, jaded and the green has faded. We need more bright dreams to sell. Who knows. It could be you.
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HA! Yes, Commerce slipping things into Art's drink. So true *sigh*...
Unfortunately
*Width adds a dimension to length.
Depth adds a dimension to length and width.
The world is at least three-dimensional*
love this line: "This one's old and rusted, jaded and the green has faded."
I have so many, it would be rude not to feed the machine at least a couple!
..a lot of people worked really hard to make that monstrosity.
I love the first line and I mean love it.
FMS
I have to constantly remind myself of this.
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