damn you, progress! i glossy on you and your forward thinking! long live the status quo! long live the status quo!
actually, i think that ill-grammared painter might be onto something deep. i mean, it's progress. what is it good for? absolutely nothing. say it again.
or maybe it was a deep philosophical cry-for-help from a man whose life has relegated him to painting a car garage on bush street in san francisco, and he knows that with each brush stroke, he further buries himself under another job that's taking him nowhere, so, in effect, he is painting on the progress of his own life. and this, this three word opus, is how this glossied shakespeare reaches out for someone to save him from the abyss of his destiny.
nah.
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