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Much better format and everything!!
I won't be posting much on here anymore.

Good to know what my tax money is paying for!!

This is one man with AMAZING editing!!

These guys are amazing.. God love NYC

Nintendo Rocks!

Art- The Big Secret

(This is another one of my many theories I developed when I was talking to a friend. Thought I would share.)

The big secret to art is emotion-Raw, uninhibited passion- love, anger, sadness, glee sprawled out on a canvas in unethical ways or molded into a vision. Anything could be art and could be seen in an enlightening way. The most divine capability, creation, being put to use live in front of you or even by the simple sunrise. Brilliant really. Skin in the same context as canvas. It just has to be a moving, living piece. In the same way that words outline your imagination and music lifts your spirit, so art in all it's beauty, all it's vibrant color, dances with your soul.

I also tend to put sex into this category. That, perhaps, is why it captivates me as if I were to be able to, although it is impossible because the oils in my fingertips would ruin it, run my fingers along Starry Night and feel every texture, every stroke, every sway, every calloused mark. I would be in awe, completely entranced, seeing it would make me cry alone.

Art doesn't have to be a straight line or a portrait for it to be amazing. When you approach an art museum or stand in front of a tall sculpture or hear a symphony, sometimes it can say so, so much. Every line and detail was one of those creations, even if it's as boring as a huge bronze George Washington, it still radiates power, sophistication, unity and a billion other things that associate with a tall bronze man in charge.

Art is freeing and lightens the already dark world. Life would be really boring without liveliness, without color.

Urges

When I really admit it, when I really think about it.. I'm sorry.

I was stuck with this terrible feeling to call you.

I wanted to just go "home". I wanted to show up with all of my things

and try again... Try to talk it out.. Work it out.. I had an urge.. A burning..

Then all of a sudden I opened my mail.. Thank you for making it worse.

I secretly hate you because I still love you so much it's eating at me in the

pit of my soul, in a deep place that I can not put into words it stings.

There's a little bead of anger that wants to scream "whyyyyyyyyyyyyy??!!!!"