I dream of my poems being written on walls like this (in your handwriting perhaps, if you ever have the desire to collaborate! Standing offer, no pressure) :).
ELEVEN YEARS AGO in the Chicago Loop, a young woman approached me and asked for a cigarette. I don't smoke. She replied, "Ahh, you look like the right type" and ran off. I ran home and illustrated her words, and have been listening in and drawing overheard dialogue, every day, ever since. Contact me through my website: markaddisonsmith.com.
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I dream of my poems being written on walls like this (in your handwriting perhaps, if you ever have the desire to collaborate! Standing offer, no pressure) :).
You rock a lot!
i'm in (seriously)! let's find some walls!
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