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nauseating trappings of undesirability cling to the walls in some kind of uninterested exhibit. there’s no phone, but there’s a boomerang my old man bought from an aborigine in the outback – danger and hunger and death and life. this exhibit features a tangible portrait of menacing electronics, while the third goddess sits in the bath tub surrounded by candles and bleeding into the watermark. black rouge on a cheekbone, hair cropped like a boy’s, closed eyes and an admission of defeat in her stake on my imagination. shy nudes and galactic birds fly in out of the past, her eyes sparkle with questions, the current travels through the menagerie of what i don’t want to speak. turn up the power! if this incarnation lacks the grace to withstand the exhibition, maybe the next one will have more class . . .
nauseating trappings of undesirability cling to the walls in some kind of uninterested exhibit. there’s no phone, but there’s a boomerang my old man bought from an aborigine in the outback – danger and hunger and death and life. this exhibit features a tangible portrait of menacing electronics, while the third goddess sits in the bath tub surrounded by candles and bleeding into the watermark. black rouge on a cheekbone, hair cropped like a boy’s, closed eyes and an admission of defeat in her stake on my imagination. shy nudes and galactic birds fly in out of the past, her eyes sparkle with questions, the current travels through the menagerie of what i don’t want to speak. turn up the power! if this incarnation lacks the grace to withstand the exhibition, maybe the next one will have more class . . .
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