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A piece of wood or of modeling clay sits carefully on top of a makeshift table. A cheap thin plank on top of bricks . Music plays outside the room. Sitting with purpose and glee, imagining a masterpiece. “Ready it shall be and it will bring love, bring peace to a world that… pierced by its mere existence, and evil will die!” Hands twist and turn. A hard mass is peeled and cut. With tools and sweat it takes shape, with tears of joy slipped from his eyes. A sharp turn, the table drops. A voice is heard behind the walls: “My god, if this broke, I wouldn’t survive” Thought and movement preserved in minute details. polished and neat yet with enough imperfections “I love… TOC TOC TOC TOC TOC TOC TOC **** “I’ve been calling and knocking for hours what the **** are you doing in here?” “Art! you wouldn’t understand.” “You are still with that **** there’s nothing there!!” “Because there’s nothing in your heart” “just let me get...” Door closes, uncontrollable heartbeat sound blurs, eyes strain, “I know, I know its there, I know its there i know. it. is. there.”
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
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A piece of wood or of modeling clay sits carefully on top of a makeshift table. A cheap thin plank on top of bricks . Music plays outside the room. Sitting with purpose and glee, imagining a masterpiece. “Ready it shall be and it will bring love, bring peace to a world that… pierced by its mere existence, and evil will die!” Hands twist and turn. A hard mass is peeled and cut. With tools and sweat it takes shape, with tears of joy slipped from his eyes. A sharp turn, the table drops. A voice is heard behind the walls: “My god, if this broke, I wouldn’t survive” Thought and movement preserved in minute details. polished and neat yet with enough imperfections “I love… TOC TOC TOC TOC TOC TOC TOC **** “I’ve been calling and knocking for hours what the **** are you doing in here?” “Art! you wouldn’t understand.” “You are still with that **** there’s nothing there!!” “Because there’s nothing in your heart” “just let me get...” Door closes, uncontrollable heartbeat sound blurs, eyes strain, “I know, I know its there, I know its there i know. it. is. there.”
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
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