Kelly !!

And your love will be warm nights, with pockets of moonlight.
Spotlighting you as you drift, the actor in this play.
And you walk across the stage, take a bow, hear the applause.
And as the curtain falls, just know you did it all.
The best that you knew how, and you can hear them cheering now.
So let a smile out and show your teeth, cause you know you lived it well.
Peter gave her the blank canvas and said, “Paint something.”
And Misty said, “Nobody paint paints. Not anymore.”
If anybody she knew still painted at all, they used their own blood. And they painted on live dogs from the animal shelter, or on molded gelatin desserts, but never on canvas. And Peter said, “I bet you still paint on canvas.”
“Why?” Misty said. “Because I don’t know any better?”
And Peter said, “Just fucking paint.”
They were supposed to be above representational art. Making pretty pictures. They were supposed to learn visual sarcasm. Misty said they were paying too much tuition not to practice the techniques of effective irony. She said a pretty picture didn’t teach the world anything.
And Peter said, “We’re not old enough to buy beer, what are we supposed to teach the world?” There on his back in their nest of weeds, one arm behind his head, Peter said, “All the effort in the world won’t matter if you’re not inspired. ”
"Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."..
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