This is a painting done of Picasso by one of his worst enemies. From what I read, he had many people that he was envious of...I am so sure that grammar would not pass my English professor. He was such a genius with words that a paragraph that one would be sure said one thing would actually be saying something else. Obviously, he could teach attorneys a thing or two. He worked at a small community college so that he could help those who has little resources and were making an attempt to lift themselves up.

Due to the dangerous neighborhood that I took a night class, in. I had to drop his class and challenge the course. I did not want to do this...I absorbed his talent and wanted to continue. However, when one has to decide between being mugged or taking a course...I think one should use a little wisdom of their own.

This is supposedly cubism, but I like to call it gem art. One must peer through a small cut diamond and take all the shades and changes and paint them upon a large space. I should be able to remember the artist...but, I can't. Too many medications to stay alive, and I wonder if that is really what I am doing.

Supposedly, while in France, his girlfriend ran around on him and then wanted to return. He said it was alright with him if she would agree to leave the room when he requested her to. To have his breakfast and to clean up after him. In other words, she was a live in maid. I wonder who was punishing to whom. I love to play with who or whom...such a delightful way to muddle the mind.

I must change my site...going to clean house now. NV