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MY WORK IS A REACTION TO ART, NOT ART OF ITSELF... AND BEHIND A CLOUD OF SMOKE THERE IS LITTL TO INFLUENCE OR ENDURE.. THERE ARE ISANDS AND TREES LIKE DANCING WHORES... I WOULD WORK TO FREE IT OF CLUTTER, FREE OF GARBAGE, ALL THE JEWELS OF TRASH. HER VOICE IS ALL ABOUT ME, SO CRISP AND LIGHT, LIKE A SWALLOW'S OR A DOVE'S. SHE WOULD LIFT HERSELF FROM THE GRIME OF THE SHEETS, JUST TO TOUCH THE WALL, OR SEE THE CEILING FROM A DIFFERENT PLACE. ALWAYS SINCERE AND SO POLITE. |
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SURGE LIKE A LEAGUE OF SOLDIERS, THEIR SWORDS BEFORE THEM, FORCED DOWN AND RAISED SLOWLY AGAIN, STEP BY STEP. AMIDST THESE ILLUSIONS OF GRANDEUR, THIS IS THE DISEAE THAT PLAGUES THE SYSTEM, THIS IS THE HAND THAT STRIKES YOUR CHEEK. NO FALLEN ANGELS PRAY LIKE THIS, IN THE COMA OF WINTER. HANGS AS SUCH, LIKE A SPIDER ON THE GALLOWS... IN THOSE DARK WOODS, IN THAT DARK PLACE.. HOLD ON NOW, TO THOSE TIMES, THEY ARE WHITE FACES BEHIND PALE HOODS, BLACK EYE-SLITS, NARROWED TO SEE. I CAN'T STOP FEELING SICK......... |
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