Barkskin on Nostr: Art farts in the room of the one who wishes to see the room and smell inside, So ...

Art farts in the room of the one who wishes to see the room and smell inside,
So i’ll fart and see what room there is for art to display, to tickle souls into dept of mind and beyond the time,
Illusion that has confusion in rule,
but not for all,
for some we see, we plead whenever we need, Wake up!
yet we don’t need to show, we grow, fast, slow, who cares? I?
Yes, No!
Bless be the free birds, the Lions, tech junkies, talking monkeys
Feed me more soul on the screen,
Walk away walk away it says,
Touch grass, let the farts free into the open space so we can all smell each others Art.