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we don't live in times likened to a nearby 1cm off renaissance painters with patrons as noble as the popes, we live in times where free art flows, free art as free among starving people, as free as sea water, as free as candlesticks among electric shrapnel sparks, in a time when no bothersome brine of full-time takes the telescope to see more stars that are plentiful already to eden's sacrifice of nakedness (sign-of-the-cross missing crucifix blaspheme all authority); we live in times where no complete artist exists, instead artists with full-time jobs tying them down to originally stated profession for a date (lawyer, surgeon, chemist, etc.) & **** art has become 2nd grade karaoke if no worse hara-kiri would-be sway of a forgotten decapitation - of a disembowel'ed satyr when a martyr would do a due icon for the urban and shrinking wheat field arable populace kneeling; in st. petersburg i was told to stand up when listening to a choir, once in catholic school i yawned during our father and was held in detention for an hour, then paddy came along and said: martin luther - so i said sweden in suede and it became the origin of quebec: came the rain of applause.
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
a forgotten decapitation / cossack dance over your grave
we don't live in times likened to a nearby 1cm off renaissance painters with patrons as noble as the popes, we live in times where free art flows, free art as free among starving people, as free as sea water, as free as candlesticks among electric shrapnel sparks, in a time when no bothersome brine of full-time takes the telescope to see more stars that are plentiful already to eden's sacrifice of nakedness (sign-of-the-cross missing crucifix blaspheme all authority); we live in times where no complete artist exists, instead artists with full-time jobs tying them down to originally stated profession for a date (lawyer, surgeon, chemist, etc.) & **** art has become 2nd grade karaoke if no worse hara-kiri would-be sway of a forgotten decapitation - of a disembowel'ed satyr when a martyr would do a due icon for the urban and shrinking wheat field arable populace kneeling; in st. petersburg i was told to stand up when listening to a choir, once in catholic school i yawned during our father and was held in detention for an hour, then paddy came along and said: martin luther - so i said sweden in suede and it became the origin of quebec: came the rain of applause.
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
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