Surely, this is the result of too many fumes.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a dream.

It's a modest dream but powerful and miraculous in its culmination as any dream has ever been.

I dream that one day the children of the Lord who come to build houses with and for other children of the Lord will enjoy vast space in which to color this world, one wall at a time. Yes, in my dream the halls will no longer be cluttered by the iniquity of bare luaun; we will no longer feel the need to cram window sills into caged rooms in houses without air or heat; the putrid fumes of prime and paint will meet their match in a ventilated space free from overcrowding; and abundant space will exist for the cleansing of brushes, rollers, and in turn souls.

And when my dream is realized and I have moved on from this construction life, I will paint no more, paint no more, Thank God Almighty--I will paint no more.

Maybe one day,
Construction Kim