art

so
art
and
i are
not
doing to well.

we thought in the begining
that
perhaps we were progressing
slowly towards
somthing
that resembled
originality
or talent
or
...
...
...
art.

then we
realized
that
we
just
suck.

and we also realized.
that we have paint in our hair.
i mean
my hair.

i realized
that there was
paint
in my hair.

art in my hair.

paint.

the
paint
on my paper
is no more
art.
then the
paint that is
underneath my nails
and in
my hair.

ouch.
i thought i was on fire.

cuz i lit a candle
but i wasnt
on fire
but i did light a candle

i thought it was inspiring
its just...
hazardous.

but o so pretty.

the only things that are happy in the
entire
world
right now...
are white christmas lights...
where the owning used to be
over the door.
before it got blown away by the wind.

there are lights on it now
twined arouned sticks...
that are there.
instead of
the
awning
that was
blown
away by the wind.

and beeswax candles are happy in the world too.

enless we are on fire.
i mean.
me
on fire

by way of flaming hair.

there is paint in my hair.

and on my paper.
that is
all it is.
just
PAINT
cuz it couldnt be art.
cuz art and i are having some difficulties...
in out relationship.
at
present.