The economic question puts the brakes on the dreams sugestion. I could smile about it ,if you stuck a plank in my mouth.The bed feels like cold marble. The paper flowers are dying, the climate is worse than it seems. Do you remember, sitting beneath the stars, the wonderful treasures released from bras. Its not so bad when you dont play the game, when it comes down to Earth its a real filthy shame. No more drawing .STRIKE. Put food on the table, or paint on a pallet.Rights, speak out for a clout.USE YOUR VOICE,Rights abandoned ,equals extreme right. Your bloody choice. Hung drawn quartered and taxed.No sedia bloody media,making you morons,what do you do in all this mess. A gift of sunshine, im taking the kids to the park.