Its taken me a long time to understand art.  51 years of not getting it.
today just poking about the philly art gallery I got it,  it meant something more to me.
Like racing.  Drinking.
still being in love.

 it is to cold and the roads to messy for me. to ride.
Music spouse flavors the breaks sweating bagging a light at work, its all fuel, for me.  They'r our friends, with insight.

Woods - "is it honest"

Racing this year I want to be more,  I want to hold back, wait... think

   I just looked about, new paintings are put up, another Rockwell Kent here.
other stuff,...I've read about in a hallway behind in the hall from the coat check.

"like a fire that consumes all before it"


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