Why does this world revolve around money? I wish it wasn't so; if only I could get by. It's just no good.
I'll have to sell my body to some eatery and service customers.
"Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems..."
-Led Zeppelin
Marketing my paintings and churning out "popular" material would make me ill. If I wrote songs for the general public I'd sound like an idiot.
I believe in music having either inventive/solid lyrics or great instrumentals. Or both...
I like the words to my songs, but my voice is abysmal and I pretty much suck at the guitar.
Then my paintings. Who wants to buy some creepy animals-dissecting-people painting? Correction, who with money would want to purchase that?
So I'm left with a terrible dilemma. Paint grapes and wine bottles, possibly take panoramic landscape photos of the Columbia river...or keep brewing nightmares/fantasies.
I know which one I'll chose right up until I become an emaciated crack whore.
McDonald's here I come?
