The Artist

[chaoticfunhouse]

His life was now routine, day after day, night after night; to the exact second. He spent hours in his small studio painting away at the blank white canvas and like clock work every 5 minutes he sang a little bar "I paint with the colors you'll never see." From time to time people would come, to watch and observe this genius at work - they'd often

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I love this

[anonymous]

You have no idea how awesome this little story is. I love it so much. It inspired me to write my own story, slightly less good but thats no matter. Keep up stuff like this, its awesome.

-Ren