Effort transforms labor into product.
fingers crossed, things will go my way.
Eye to eye, hands held, a moment is shared. A moment of understanding. To level the field that is always unbalanced.
And to sit with friendly ghosts in chairs. The perilous past invading the present.
Time baking in the sun. A Dali painting.
Originality is only believed because it came to my mind as a new idea. Recycled from something else. Mashed up, blended mix of pomo ideas. Diet.
The lo-cal post modernist, pastiche lifestyle.
Trying to find my niche.