dear luke,
you asked me to write something so here you go babe.

art is my right to be soft. to not know. to let the world slip. art is a portal to sometimes unavailable planes. art expresses our anger and lost hope and also our dreams and our truths and our visions for tomorrow.

what is this place? why are we here? where are we? dancing through the champagne, the fog of neon come morning.



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