could be the last time

today i painted like it was the last time

there is no other way to be. to live the day as it's the last. we've heard this before

but i'm here to reiterate it. and furthermore, im here to reiterate that beauty is the only thing there is. and pain ought never be. and the real world has no pain.
and i see and live in the real world

my life is a poem. each and every sparkle, and i no longer will ignore it, deny it, or feel ashamed about it

it's a tragedy to see otherwise.

love who ever you can, there really isn't much more

purvis young famed folk artist from overtown (miami) passed away yesterday. i had the privilege to work with this man in 2006. and despite all the controversy (and perhaps now all the awful smirks) by sick collectors seeing $$ signs, i want to say that this man was an artist, and a human, and the plight he endured, the scum who took advantage, faith shall reign ... as for the rest, i shall leave judgment for the maker