I stood my pen up on its point
I struck it with a hammer
I watched in slow time as the ink flew
I saw it splatter across the page
I was drenched in it the blood of this pen
I murdered art
I can't say i enjoyed cleaning up the scene
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
I stood my pen up on its point
I struck it with a hammer
I watched in slow time as the ink flew
I saw it splatter across the page
I was drenched in it the blood of this pen
I murdered art
I can't say i enjoyed cleaning up the scene
It made a beautiful picture
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