The client is always right
Client: I’m not too sure about the blue…
Me: Actually, that’s green.
Client: Who’s the client?
Me: You.
Client: And what color is it?
Me: …blue?
Client: Right. Now let me see what other shades of blue we have.
We settled on pine-tree ”blue.”
(Source: jonathanmoore)
FOUR SEASONS IN ONE DAY
Four seasons in one day
Lying in the depths of your imagination
Worlds above and worlds below
The sun shines on the black clouds
Hanging over the domain
Even when you’re feeling warm
The temperature could drop away
Like four seasons in one day
Smiling as the shit comes down
You can tell a man from what he has to say
Everything gets turned around
And I will risk my neck again
You can take me where you will
Up the creek and through the mill
Like all the things you can’t explain
Four seasons in one day
Blood dries up
Like rain, like rain
Fills my cup
Like four seasons in one day
It doesn’t pay to make predictions
Sleeping on an unmade bed
Finding out wherever there is comfort
There is pain
Only one step away
Like four seasons in one day
Blood dries up
Like rain, like rain
Fills my cup
Like four seasons in one day
