Oh junk artist
You search for love
You search for recognition
Amidst your subjects
Everything is your subject
You are an objectivist
You perceive beauty where others see nothing
You are a junk artist
You will wear rags
Till your dying days
And long after your gone
Until some yuppie discovers you
And recognizes your work as fine art.
I want a pretty reindeer
For my holiday's.
Last edited by n2ize; 12-13-2011 at 10:33 AM.
I keep my 2 feet on the ground, and my head in the twilight zone.
What do you call an artist without a girlfriend?
Homeless.
When the government's boot is on your throat, whether it is a left boot or a right boot is of no consequence. — GARY LLOYD
The nation we live in is the nation we have built by design, each successive generation raising the wall of tyranny a little higher. - Chris Griffin
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