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A cold place (long hallway, dying breed) paints itself warm with the contagions of skewered cerebellum. A void of frame shows a warmer, longer hallway, with monochrome pillars; opens up into charcoal sky: painted by the charcoal eye. Yet, fear – later, below a wooden cross, rests the screaming of a thousand souls. I SHOULD FLEE Escape is not an option. It has me; the color has me.
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Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
The Distant Stretch of Hallway We Call Modern Art
A cold place (long hallway, dying breed) paints itself warm with the contagions of skewered cerebellum. A void of frame shows a warmer, longer hallway, with monochrome pillars; opens up into charcoal sky: painted by the charcoal eye. Yet, fear – later, below a wooden cross, rests the screaming of a thousand souls. I SHOULD FLEE Escape is not an option. It has me; the color has me.
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Gender Fluid/American
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
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