I'm tired of paint. I love it but I'm tired. It's not so much the smell or the fact that once it's on you you have to scrub pretty good to get it out. I think I'm more tired of the cleaning up after working every time. I found myself doodling on my tablet tonight without thought or definite purpose. a third of the way through the drawing I hit upon it. So, here's my idea of aging open for your own interpretation.
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Man's not vain, he just wants to be like you.
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