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with drunken steps you reach to such place where a pillar is famous pillar that cries yellow weariness of night burns a black trails goes on in the other direction and there lay a body stinking so very dead come, come with your drunken steps and lie down next to this dead body ah! liberating isn't it? and that's it the painting is complete the lonely side filled with secrecy of stinking dead body and flowing yellowness under this pillar and breaking thirst with just being and put your name sign it let it hang right there let it be crooked let it get crawled over by spiders of memory your job is done painting is complete
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Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 7:43 AM UTC
A painting
with drunken steps you reach to such place where a pillar is famous pillar that cries yellow weariness of night burns a black trails goes on in the other direction and there lay a body stinking so very dead come, come with your drunken steps and lie down next to this dead body ah! liberating isn't it? and that's it the painting is complete the lonely side filled with secrecy of stinking dead body and flowing yellowness under this pillar and breaking thirst with just being and put your name sign it let it hang right there let it be crooked let it get crawled over by spiders of memory your job is done painting is complete
chintanshelat
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Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 7:43 AM UTC
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