Living in the Sunset District of San Francisco with all its fog, I never saw the Sun until five years of age. Probably why I like bright colors. How do you speak about yourself? Draw some pictures, do some paintings, climb Montara Mountain, move into the same bedroon one slept in as a babe, and after everyone has gone away, smile at how the mind’s time passes. Maybe look for a timeless clock in nature beside the seasons. Ramble on about nothing in particular. Wonder if beauty is really that bent old woman who was a starlet once, and even more, much more. Write a bio that will change in a moment… Oh and don’t forget… And try to remember whatever it was that can’t be remembered… And laugh and laugh… (
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