just read this and now im imagining there was a pangea of art in my brain that years of academia wrenched into seperate masses...
10-12 Drawing I, 2-4 Creative writing II etc.
and slowly the resources availble to each continent of creativity became so disparate that one began to colonize and brutalize the other, creativism took hold breeding fear and discrimination...
and now im just a struggling kinda-poet.
damn!
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