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Or as Blackhawk described in the lyrics of a song:
My old friend lives up in the mountains
He flew up there to paint the world
He says, "Even though interpretation's what I count on
This little picture to me seems blurred
Hard lines and the shadows come easy
I see it all just as clear as a bell
I just can't seem to set my easel to please me
I paint my Heaven but it looks like hell"
Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
Your window to the world might be your own front door
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
That's just about right
I feel the cool ocean breeze on my skin while shielding my face from the heat of the sun. It gives me freedom yet I am tethered with gold to the planet cradled in a soothing flow of cleansing water set on a firm stone base. I need the cleansing because I am obviously full of it.
RockHell
All art done in Photoshop 7 on a 400Mz G4 Titanium Laptop
Copyright 2003. All rights reserved. Copyrights are held by the individual artists.
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