This is what happens when artist living in two very different areas of the US begin to spill out their art without looking at each others. If you see patterns it is because of your life, not our lives.
Friday, August 23, 2013
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This little light of mine.
One bulb refuses to unscrew. Another is burned out. Those new fluorescents don't last as long as they say. The whole fixture is dusty. I think spiders live there.
I'm gonna let it shine.
The milk glass vase on the uneven table cloth. Sweet pink lip gloss on a tired face. Chrome headlight rims on a rusty VW bus. New penny in the change tray.
Let it shine over the whole wide world,
I'm gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
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