Early morning rush out the door, barely awake even after two cups, the brew of centuries. I shut out the world with noise until the batteries run low. That's me, it always has to be right away, reflects the immediacy of my needs. H ope is grammar. New York City, just a big ghetto with Paris-envy.
Absolute beauty is already the quest of death.
The intervening years come to this. The realization of my cartoon existence. I don't have the proper credentials to teach at any level of education. There's a basic requirement that has to be met which I've never attempted to attain. I've taught a few workshops in the past but never thought that what I was doing actually benefited anyone.