I met Belle at a fake art festival in Kesey Square. She was not a Prankster. She aspired to be a Bohemian. There was a musician singing a song about a rose.
I think I would be better off if I had harmed Belle Burch, rather than stand accused of harassing my muse in this blog. They have art programs in prison. However, I might be ordered by a judge not to stalk Belle via my paint set and empty canvas, even though I am behind bars. My hypothetical dilemma would have fascinated Salvador Dali who spent most of his life trying to free our minds from the fantastic surrealist prisons he invented that were vastly superior to our fleeting moments of freedom. Was Salvador ever a ‘Prisoner of Love’? Was he ever chased down the street by a gaggle of screeching Sirens?
Art, Literature, Poetry, Ballet, and the Stage are packed to the ceiling with Creative Obsessions. Failed Artist, Alley Valkyrie, in the inventor of Un-Art. Not Forbidden Art, there is enough of that around, but…
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