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Jul 2016
A topic with no prospect

            one might suggest ,  we all have a women to impress.

But there are none left. So where does it take him?

To a state of degradation.

A painted ceiling with the vibrations of demons.

Dualistic-principles.

Black and white visuals.   Is he good is he evil? Is him alone?

The Moon in which it shoned on the Cintamani stone.

Absorb this energy.

The portraits in whence I hid to protect you from your enemies .
Ahchosi Grandiose
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Ahchosi Grandiose  77/F/New York
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