artist dallas The infidelity of the simple pleasures. 000222 ... Shae His eyes blaze madly, his fingers doing a seizure-dance, I watch as he creates life on a plain white wall. 000827 ... grendel i aspire but am i worthy of the muses who call me out like sirens is it for me to say 000827 ... at home you are says your muse, the devil without an a 000827 ... merrimill yes we are artists we are different and walk with our asses in the air we-are-better-than-you hahaha 000827 ... daxle "she takes the dark out of the night time and paints the day time black" 000828 ... florescent light A penciled picture he sketched. Portraying beautifully my ugly face. He said he could see my thoughts in my eyes. I said I could see his soul in his pictures. 010318 ... frAnk just think if jackson pollock would have quit sucking the bottle. 010319 ... i am y Colour on palette -- Drips, flows, spreads with emotion. Oh, to be your brush... 010514 ... jolie I could paint your portrait right onto your body 010603 ... crystal i hav this friend. she is so kewl. she can draw so very good. she has such talent. sum day i hope i'll c her label on clothes. mayb i cood b apart of her business & do tha advertisin' or sumthang like that. i think we shood live in minneapolis or colorado. both of these places r very nice :) 010604 ... crystal my brother is an aspiring dj. he's so very good. he spins jungle. i luv dancin' 2 it wif my friends. he spun at further & sum other parties. i wish he knew how much talent he has & how very envious i am of him. 1 day i no his name will b all over tha world lettin' all tha kids who luv this music hear him. they r really missin' sumthang if they never do hear him spin... 010604 ... baby satan got the bob dylan blues and the bob dylan shoes and my clothes and my hair's in a mess but you know i just couldn't care less gonna write me a song 'bout what's right and what's wrong 'bout god and my gun and all that quiet while i make like a cat cause i'm a poet don'tcha know it? and the wind you can blow it cause i'm mr. dylan the king and i'm free as a bird on the wing roam from town to town guess i get people down but i don't care too much about that cause my gut and my wallet are fat make a whole lot of dough but i deserve it though i got soul and a good heart of gold so i'll sing about war and the cold cause i'm a poet don'tcha know it? and the wind you can blow it cause i'm mr. dylan the king and i'm free as a bird on the wing well, i sings about dreams and i rhymes it with seems cause it seems that my dream always means that i can prophesy all kinds of things well, the guy that digs me should try hard to see that he buys all my discs in a hat and when i'm in town, go see that cause i'm a poet don'tcha know it? and the wind you can blow it cause i'm mr. dylan the king and i'm free as a bird on the wing ----------------------------------- (the only line i'm not sure about is "'bout god and my gun..." god forgive me if i'm wrong!) 010604 ... baby satan that should have gone under bob_dylan_blues. shit. 010604 ... god i still bow down before you 010604 ... Sol its been proven that artists actually percieve the world differently (I was beggining to believe i was just slightly um, mad) artists (at least those dealing with visual interpretation/representation) interpret visual stimulus differently from non artistic people, a seperate area of the brain is involved. Hey Daff, whats it called, i believe it is the same area as that involved with the memory 010604 ... phil we can no longer consider they will forever compare another's desire 030725 ... JdAwG Being able to colour inside the lines doesn't make you an artist. Being able to colour outside the lines doesn't make you an artist either. It's know when to do one, and when to do the other. 040516 ... pete society invites the artist to go to hell. the artists complies. the artist makes good art. society says that it produces good artists. the artists promptly tell society to go to hell. a summary of a.r. ammons' poem: the role of society in an artist 040517 ... CP00100 i am an artist. i'm in a band called headscan. 070611 ... hsg *, go farther. 081207 what's it to you? who go blather from