Are you a creative later bloomer building a slow-burn art-based business? Me too.

In fact, most days I have the waking dreams. I read the mad things said by people who I know know better. In awful dreams I snap back, sharply, with tectonics-shifting rage. In those dreams, the long line of fools gawk in shock and city mountains move. And then I'm left with the aftermath. About the current reality; prose scarcely covers it. So I turn to lyrics. What a nasty