Communication Blackout

I walked in last night and had that phrase in my head.  I then found out that our landlines and internet were out.  They were fixed today.  Call intercepted, I believe.  Oh well, hell continues, as I paint the hues of sun, sky, flame, tree, and ice.  All in my memory, and all about to not be.  Artistry so important to me.  I find the paint fatiguing to put on the brush.  My name is ENVY to everyone out there, as I sit and just communicate my artistry silently and with humility.  I know what I see on TV and in classic museums.  I am the out of that Pagan tongue.  Today I say that I will try, but my butterfly wings will fly in about 25 minutes.  I stick the wet product on the wall, and wait until later to see properly. I do create outside all of you, but it is not very safe.  So many callings, so many times a day.  Energy builds, not to crescendo, but to explode if not release in response and oneness.  It is hard to explain to a constant judging and shifting land.  I must master quicker than the masters before our world actually explodes or is unable to SWIRVE to miss an asteroid.  Those who look will lie for pennies a week.  I am independant to be correct and then move on to another area to find correctness.  Speak of yesterday, and I am already planning, unconsiously, for next week.  I then mix in what you say, and we have a whole new stone soup.  I will now submit, and quit.