Tonight
As we hit the sack
Another year
Would have passed us back
We wonder
What the new year would bring
A new adventure, or yet another fling?
Perhaps, if we stopped to think
our dreams will never sink!
A new year, a new oppurtunity
Space
The final frontier
A void of nothingness
Lifeless, cold, infinite
Beyond all the parties
Beyond all the tears
Beyond all that we hold so dear
Lies a little pony
Alone and free
Into the unknown
Into the expanse of space
So often it seems
The world be set
In a fixed orbit
Be trapped through and through
In an endless loop
Yet in space
All is free
Even for the pony
Who nopony sees
Times come, times go
Through the numbing strife
The exciting monotony
The universe expands
Not a care for the world
Telescope ready, notebook in hoof
The cosmos surrounding him, as night draws close
Perhaps the space pone
Isn't truly alone
Inspiration flows freely
yet words do not
like an endless stream
of meaningless thought
Every thought conjured
Every idea imagined
Merely a dream that will never be
A curse by its own conception
Imagination, oh you silly thing
why do you tease poor old me?
Everything I write
a little less it seems
Tonight
As we hit the sack
Another year
Would have passed us back
We wonder
What the new year would bring
A new adventure, or yet another fling?
Perhaps, if we stopped to think
our dreams will never sink!
A new year, a new oppurtunity
Space
The final frontier
A void of nothingness
Lifeless, cold, infinite
Beyond all the parties
Beyond all the tears
Beyond all that we hold so dear
Lies a little pony
Alone and free
Into the unknown
Into the expanse of space
So often it seems
The world be set
In a fixed orbit
Be trapped through and through
In an endless loop
Yet in space
All is free
Even for the pony
Who nopony sees
Times come, times go
Through the numbing strife
The exciting monotony
The universe expands
Not a care for the world
Telescope ready, notebook in hoof
The cosmos surrounding him, as night draws close
Perhaps the space pone
Isn't truly alone
Inspiration flows freely
yet words do not
like an endless stream
of meaningless thought
Every thought conjured
Every idea imagined
Merely a dream that will never be
A curse by its own conception
Imagination, oh you silly thing
why do you tease poor old me?
Everything I write
a little less it seems
Do's and don'ts on how to sell your art by Mad--Munchkin, journal
Do's and don'ts on how to sell your art
I know I am going to be interpreted as an 'obnoxious prick' as this is what happens whenever I give advice, especially when it comes to business conduct. People just don't want to hear it. In this day and age many artists have this 'every man for himself' mindset when it comes to selling artwork. I try not to have that. I want to tell people my story, and show people what I found that works for me. And hey, I throw my hands up and say; 'Yes I still have a lot to learn, and I'm still not anywhere near where I want to be.' But I sure as hell worked hard to get to this point in my career and know others have had the same struggles. I want
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