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20 months ago
maybe I’m an artist because I like to play GOD. Like to experiment with creationism… like to be the one to design, name, destroy things that belong solely to me because I birthed them from my bains, hands, mouth… anyway, I’ve always thought there was something sexy about sitting with a wheel between your legs playing in the mud. Dirty, right? and there is something seductively beautiful in the danger of blowing glass. I need to find classes/lessons in Dallas…
