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Turpentine and linseed oil

Posted to Utterances




The trouble with slinging paint
Is you’re not sure where it will land
On a masterpiece or on a tarp
We all have our own value
Hollywood makes puffed cheese balls.

Reputations are not credentials
Art is what connects to the heart
Regardless of novelty or innovation
Even stars take a shit, get hangovers, fart.

Fame is an aphrodesiac like power
Hollywood is baked by the hour
Paint dries according to its base
Turpentine and linseed oil
Sling a masterpiece
And talk to me.