
An open letter to my Color & Design class. God, I can't wait to be finished:
On Tuesday morning, I will dance on your grave,
reduce you to ashes; no longer a slave
To a world made of Guache; I'll at last be let free:
No more paintings to haunt the dreams in my sleep
At last and for all I'll pledge you good riddance!
Of my time you'll get nothing, not even a pittance.
So be gone with your colors, your theories and lines.
On Tuesday, forever I'm done with design
1 comments:
Ah, tenancity..a great virtue!
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