by Frankie Saxx
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I like just words.
And rain is rain and white chickens are white chickens. Good not art, Frankie. *
Words that make their case.
A crisp little irony.
Me too, Carol. When things start being Art, it's so much pressure.
I don't work well under pressure.
Sticks and stones... ;)
JA: And too much self doubt will cripple you?
Big questions raised here. Will you take on religion next? Or perhaps you already have...?
God created the world with words.
Let there be art.
Not Words, either. But Fave. Not fave.