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Everyone wants to understand art. Why not try to understand the song of a bird? Why does one love the night, flowers, everything around one, without trying to understand them? But in the case of a painting people have to understand.

Pablo Picasso

There are no answers, yet there is a political necessity for endless questioning

Jacob G. Warren?

#pay attention mother fuckers

It’s a hard parade, just, be courageous

So is there hope for those who want to make it in the creative class? Yes and no.

When she left me, she thought that I was hurting She heard that I’ve been crying to her friends But the truth I just got a new job acting So any tear that rolls my cheek is just pretend I got a roll in some romantic movie A broken hearted man unlike myself Well it’s hard for me to relate So I practice night and day And that’s why I’ve been crying oh so well I’m not crying over you I’m not crying over you You might think so, but you’re wrong No that feeling’s dead and gone This crying is just a role I’m working on

Well she said she saw me weeping in a bar room She said she saw me sobbing all alone But if she knew the truth about my crying She’d pack her things and come back to our home Because I got a roll in some romantic movie A broken hearted man unlike myself Now she’ll see me on the screen and take back everything She’ll come back to the man that treats her well I’m not crying over you I’m not crying over you You might think so, but you’re wrong No that feeling’s dead and gone This crying is just a role I’m working on Yes this crying, is just a role I’m working on