Friday, October 4, 2024

Gentle deer legs

I could never be an artist the last thing I drew were gentle deer legs traced from a laptop I stole

the hoofs were light the knees were heavy they were so ugly I never tried again. Painting is empty

Maybe I should call my brother 

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