the world is a mess
we don’t have much to look forward to
with the november elections here in the u.s.
every day brings fresh
so i am standing at my desk, staring at the cornfields, listening to tina turner sing about thunderdome over and over and over and over. seriously. it’s like the only thing that keeps me from crying. and gives me hope. and makes me want to put a big frickin’ plow on the front of the big diesel truck in the garage. and makes me want to wear war paint. and makes me want to scream “we don’t need another hero!” at the top of my lungs.
i already have the wild children.
i do not have a chain-link dress. but it is on my to-do list.
i am ready to fight.
and i paint.
and i draw.
and maybe i need to play this song on a loop every day when i want to do art.
maybe tina turner is my muse.