Now is the time for the chaotic garden

Some will wither, and others will thrive.

The thriving must bring water to the withering. We must carry them into the sun.

The thriving must spread like WEEEDS, creep like VINES. We must SPRING up between cracks in the burning asphalt.

There may be cinders and fire that singe our stalks, but we must protect our ROOTS. We will keep them DAMP and hide them DEEP.

We must be the terrible invasive species that even flamethrowers fear.

We will birth flowers, poisonous to our adversaries. BEAUTIFUL and HORRIBLE, TOXIC and BRIGHT.

We will GULP down the violence that erupts around us, and we will grow STRONGER, HARDIER, WILDER.

We will sprout BLADES.

We will FIGHT.

We will CONTEND.

With dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares.

And we will SURVIVE.

We plan to outlive our enemies.

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With the tariffs looming, we are still crunching the numbers regarding whether we will need to raise prices, or how much. Just when it feels like we're getting started, of course. (Isn't that always the way though?)

Whatever roadblocks we encounter, we will still be here, creating art and writing for anyone who wants to see. We'll use every scrap of paper we have, and then we'll find more scraps after that. We'll draw on post office labels and the backs of envelopes. And when we run out of that we'll paint on the pages of books. If we run out of paint, we'll paint with our blood.

Art is a part of us, and we firmly believe it's what we were put on earth to do. So we will do art. One way or another.

Thanks for sticking with us.

Always love,
BozeMart