Is it Spring?

Boing. boing, boing, boing, boing…what if I just kept writing that over and over and didn’t stop? Boing, boing boing…how annoying, right? Well I won’t do that to you. I guess it’s spring. The bunnies are all over the place and everything is in bloom. It’s like all the flowers are making that sound every time I see another pop out of a cactus. It’s kind of crazy, it is. I like it.

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Change Isn’t Easy.

I have no idea who reads this blog. I have no way of knowing. I only know who subscribes. That doesn’t count for all of the visitor statistics though. Overall, I think it’s probably good that I don’t know who’s reading. It makes it a little easier for me to be honest.

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Faster, Faster

Vincent van Gogh didn’t start painting until his twenties. He produced about 900 paintings, and then he died at thirty-seven. I’d say, he was fucking prolific. In my book, that’s obsessive painting over the course of a couple of decades.

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