not much in a way of a rant in me but i was wondering, does anyone actually read this?

im not offended if you don't, chances are i don't read your blogs...

i haven't loaded in any new art in a while, but believe me i have been working on some pretty cool stuff. it's just that i need a better camera set up and photograph my current work which is all oil paintings.

all i got left to say is nothing at all.

p.s.
"So here's the plan
The Ides of March are always at hand
And when the power hungry strike, they strike the poorest of man
And if you dare put up a fight, they'll come and fight for your land
And they'll call it liberation or salvation
A call to the youth!
Your freedom ain't so free, it's just loose
But the power of your voice could redirect every truth
Shift and shape the world you want and keep your fears in a noose
Let them dangle from a banner star spangled I'm willing and able
To lift my dreams up out of their cradle
Nurse and nurture my ideals 'til they're much more than a fable
I can be all I can be and do much more than I'm paid to
And I won't be a slave to what authorities say do
My desire is to live within a nation on fire
Where creative passions burn and raise the stakes ever higher
Where no person is addicted to some twisted supplier
Who promotes the sort of freedom sold to the highest buyer
We demand a truth naturally at one with the land
Not a plant that photosynthesizes bombs on demand
Or a search for any weapons we let fall from our hands
I got beats and a plan
I'm gonna do what I can
And what you do, is question everything they say do
Every goal ideal or value they keep pushing on you
If they ask you to believe it question whether it's true
If they ask you to achieve, is it for them or for you?
You're the one they're asking to go carry a gun
Warfare ain't humanitarian you're scaring me, son
Why not fight to feed the homeless, jobless, fight inflation? !
Why not fight for our own health care and our education? !
And instead, invest in that erasable lead
Cause their twisted propaganda can't erase all the dead
And the pile of corpses pyramid on top of our heads
Or nevermind, said the shotgun to the head"
--saul williams "act III scene 2(Shakespeare)