Art is never finished, only abandoned.

Art is never finished, only abandoned.. >leonardo Devinci I gave u a room..a room with tables and chairs with..lines and scripts..with elements of structure..touring the fountain of myths..fiction..folklore..drama.. satire..mystery thoughts of art..the eyes of march..the love story...the exorcist.. the fire at will the stage ..with it's arms reaching out..embrace your soul..with essence of African musk oil..the primary aspects..we call..the act ..art enters.. laughs..drops on yo' kneels..forgives..cries..portrays the antidote for criminally insane..the asinine victims..what delivers..high voltage energy rings around the circumference..the circle of life..the strength it took to stand at position bow down and smile..a beauty to be hold..a figure once drilled..the judges makes it's decision.. discovers a winner..you got it going on..lines..figures...measurements .. fully packed..spoken..written and with graphics ..sprayed..to contrast individuality.. something no woman can resist..what lies under the work u become..reality... mines for justawhile in skin and above talents produced..MUAH..the grillin is still cooking.and i'm the one u serve...Potpourri..a sense of smell..what pictures us.. the bouquet..the love is an artist..portrait..actress.or actor..writer..all three..thats a catch..i want..pretending..what could be..a wonderful life...Create