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Moral Perfection needs to be precise: Each piece requiring of its creator, an ounce of blood. Trash and imitations are made of sweat. I want not; what oozes so freely from your glands, needing mere effort. Give crimson! Strike a knife across your flesh… Bleed! Take solace, for your form is incompatible with the sciences. Spume me not logic; for art requires one’s impetus passion. -Magic Israel
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
Moral Perfection (Reflections on What Separates Trash from Art)
Moral Perfection needs to be precise: Each piece requiring of its creator, an ounce of blood. Trash and imitations are made of sweat. I want not; what oozes so freely from your glands, needing mere effort. Give crimson! Strike a knife across your flesh… Bleed! Take solace, for your form is incompatible with the sciences. Spume me not logic; for art requires one’s impetus passion. -Magic Israel
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Los Angeles, CA
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
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