The Anarchist (or about how everything i own is covered in a fine red dust)
“Anarchy” shouted The Teacher. “Anarchy is the only solution.”
Around the class, eyes widened, mouths salivated and veins bulged with hot throbbing blood. It was as if a large clump of bloodied and rotting meat had been lumped before this pack of ravenous and bloodthirsty idealists, now feverish and rabid, famished from starving themselves on moderate theoretical debate.
The Anarchist (or about how everything i own is covered in a fine red dust)
₢2014 C.SeanMcGee
Coming Soon to The Free Art Collection
Around the class, eyes widened, mouths salivated and veins bulged with hot throbbing blood. It was as if a large clump of bloodied and rotting meat had been lumped before this pack of ravenous and bloodthirsty idealists, now feverish and rabid, famished from starving themselves on moderate theoretical debate.
The Anarchist (or about how everything i own is covered in a fine red dust)
₢2014 C.SeanMcGee
Coming Soon to The Free Art Collection
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