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Sometimes good things inspire more good things. I was looking at this painting but I couldn't see it too well. I started thinking of what I could paint in a similar way. Wood corners and more wood underneath. Let's spend some time together. Sit real close in a corner booth. Watch a crazy man on the corner. Hold hands under the french fried napkins. I really thought it was a blue elephant with wings but I don't know if it was. Maybe a friendly tarantula with a jockey on his back. A woman on my left and a woman to my right. I didn't know either of them. One was married. Diamond ring shining in the dark. I don't want to give too much away. My knees hurt a little. I haven't spoken in a couple hours but my mind is racing. I do a lot of thinking. A lot. Too much I have been told. I hope I do not explode. She asked me to have a picnic in the rain. We could still be happy. Love you... I don't eat meat but if I did we could take a box of sausage biscuits in the car with us when we drove to the mountains. I love the green valley. Look at the stream. You have beautiful eyes. Good music makes me think and I wish I could taste your tears. Bittersweet in my brain as I walk up the cracked and rumpled sidewalk. I walk by your old house. She wonders why I say "You." I pack 57 parts into a 55 size box. One after the other. Take them out and start again. Bleed off the excess pressure. Take a break man. I have the answer but I can't speak the language. Raindrops in the palms of my tired hands. Drip between my fingers. I give up.