Vincent van Gogh. Enclosed Field with Rising Sun 1889
Letter from Vincent to Theo, Drenthe, November 24, 1883
“…And my aim in my life is to make pictures and drawings, as many and as well as I can;
then, at the end of my life, I hope to pass away, looking back with love and tender regret, and thinking,
“Oh, the pictures I might have made!” But this does not exclude making what is possible…”
‘Spring Chicken’ by Vesper Lynd
… It’s clear as a day that you are over it dude
And you keep telling me so –
Thanks for telling me that I am not a spring chicken anymore!
I am not a spring chicken to please your jaded fancy. Not any more – Aww!
You pretty hot though I have to admit…
You are the one and only spring chicken out of the two of us
You are “spring chicken” of my life…!
Hey, I am honest – no kidding – you are to me! … Hello, are you listening?
“Don’t let them tell you ain’t beautiful” –
Who cares, and what relevance does it have to anything if I am “NOT”?
I guess, I am not a spring chicken anymore!
But… why would you put it that way that I am ‘not a spring chicken anymore?”
Do I have to be? What’s up with that spring chicken concept?
Is that because you still ARE that kind of a special chicken?
What do you mean ‘We are in Hollywood?’
I work full time.
That is exactly why I need an escape route…
Which I find in music…
And you also … do go chasing those ocean waves quite often…
The very least we can do is
Give each other some space.
But you don’t give me any though!
You’re always up my a.. for the …….. this and the f-ing that…
Yes, it’s true that I don’t care that much about the environment
So just kill me for not separating the recycle from the straight up trash…
And after all that you still come to me for some “lovies”…?