NO DAY JOB via @artstationhq artstation.com/artwork/QKonOl

Possible here possibly … I know my heart

Here I am making changes for good yet I’m afraid of change

Riot dog

Imagine life as a cowboy who is getting old.

What a privilege what a joy

You wanna be someone and get somewhere

Somewhere along the way we lost where we were going

If heaven has a ghetto then hells got a resort

Heaven knows time flys

Like A crumbled up love letter, tears paper from his sketch book for crutch paper, roll one up later on a somer day, I’m artist regarded as Hemingway here me say here today gone tomorrow I write sorrows looking for hope to borrow

I made it here from odds and ends, broken things

They landed at Plymouth with a smile on their face

You don’t know what your words meant to me

On paper you are the highlight

I got called a NPC today

Pure

When seasons change

40 hrs plus the commute, it’s really no time for fear.

Let’s do what they say can’t be done