nookncranny's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- riled up "just give me something i can stand to look at." he would tell the lot of us, wreaking of boredom. he was mimicking a professor that he had despised in his own college days. we were a hand picked batch of drawing III students. the ones who stood a chance of making the school look good. by the end of the semester he had a brilliantly gifted girl slapping chicken grease on paper. he kept telling us who was really hot in new york at the moment. it's a bitch how the moment will slip away from you eh? content meant nothing; just for the love of God, give him something he hadn't seen. so i spend the summer untangling the echoes of sold-out teaching. and i'm trying to stand tall and tell the pompous voice he left behind to fuck off. but Art and i haven't been in a relationship that long. - ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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