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It used to be a non-stick pan. But then came usage. Wear and tear, The scratches from a fork that you use to test the temperature of your spaghetti stack up. Eventually you have the whites of eggs, The sauce from beans and the crackling from pork crackling hugging the thing. **** you don’t need, **** that no one wants, **** that can’t be organized into anything but drain food without some major legwork. Now imagine an occupation in which this non-stick-frying-pan-reorganisation-legwork was all that was needed to get a cheque. And artists wonder why they can’t turn a cent.
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Feb 2, 2022
Feb 2, 2022 at 6:18 AM UTC
An Artist's Brain is Like a Sticky Frying Pan
It used to be a non-stick pan. But then came usage. Wear and tear, The scratches from a fork that you use to test the temperature of your spaghetti stack up. Eventually you have the whites of eggs, The sauce from beans and the crackling from pork crackling hugging the thing. **** you don’t need, **** that no one wants, **** that can’t be organized into anything but drain food without some major legwork. Now imagine an occupation in which this non-stick-frying-pan-reorganisation-legwork was all that was needed to get a cheque. And artists wonder why they can’t turn a cent.
JxSteel333
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18/M/Birmingham, England
Feb 2, 2022
Feb 2, 2022 at 6:18 AM UTC
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