12.9.07

Aww, how the free ones dream of eternal servitude...*sigh*


In a land where all the looks are hollow. In a placeless place you find me. Puff of smoke, starting out forceful and then bellowing out and swirling thickly backwards yet gracefully sweeping forth its opaque bulbous body.

Sift and sway.

Should we find her working hard behind this cloud? Rushing around a big ball of stress trying to juggle important priorities in her life?

Or find her somewhat disheartened after some bloody elitist belgian illustrators grind their embittered feet into her sensitive artist soul? To then, hardened yet motivated by brutal and traumatic rejecting entrance exam, find her conquering the art world and making her self a household name? Wiiiith the help of some sympathetic illustrator woman who is willing to teach a naive girl about the harsh art world? And additionally of course having to get some art-institution job on the side so that the real world does actually start to sink for the first time in 21 years? Finally of course for some reason, as a promise to dearest Daddy, send her 3 useless transcripts to some American uni in Europe so that they tell her she couldn't possible graduate anywhere else in under 2 years? Sounds like a marvelous plan as well.

Which one will it be oh gods of inevitability?
A slave to the system or a slave to the everybody else?

Hmmmmmmm...

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