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The chances of me being a starving artist in New Mexico for some unspecified amount of time after I graduate appear to be getting better all the time. All I need is camera equipment, a clamp, a jeweler's saw, two pairs of pliers, and a ton of metal wire.
My mouth tastes like copper. My hands smell like metal. Metal, metal, metal, acetylene torches. One would think I'd have something better to do with my time than play with metal, but I don't because I'm an art major. Haha! Rob wins!
I would write more, but there are classes to be attended. He's off! Zoom!
My mouth tastes like copper. My hands smell like metal. Metal, metal, metal, acetylene torches. One would think I'd have something better to do with my time than play with metal, but I don't because I'm an art major. Haha! Rob wins!
I would write more, but there are classes to be attended. He's off! Zoom!