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bland streets give birth to austere children playing with chalk hopscotch horde SAMO dropped the bomb no place to sleep cheese to eat find the avant garde spirit moving with fleas friends are dogs the genius notes worlds explode from Manhattan to Midrand the child casts spells with calloused hands a nervous man with his Bohemian fabric emerges from the brothel of thought no Warhol just unpublished papers in black banks influence predates intelligence when things fall apart perish in art juntas and intellectuals will critique your gore will speak.
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
To Basquiat. (unfinished)
bland streets give birth to austere children playing with chalk hopscotch horde SAMO dropped the bomb no place to sleep cheese to eat find the avant garde spirit moving with fleas friends are dogs the genius notes worlds explode from Manhattan to Midrand the child casts spells with calloused hands a nervous man with his Bohemian fabric emerges from the brothel of thought no Warhol just unpublished papers in black banks influence predates intelligence when things fall apart perish in art juntas and intellectuals will critique your gore will speak.
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South Africa,Johannesburg
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
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