the stench of the linseed the almost moldy, cold, wet clay the acid through the screen the petrol in the ink the lye in the dye the musky perfume of the raw loom aaaah the heavenly stench in which we love to drench our thirsts be quenched in order to express what must be freedContinue reading “art stinks”
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rest less
i did not come here to rest but it would feel like less to get these words off my chest to heed my request to live more in jest of what i can’t digest to unbutton the vest of all i’ve suppressed and welcome the bless
out write
i can write in a vacuum i can write in a back room i don’t need a mushroom to make my words bloom i don’t need a big voice to make known my choice
j light MUSE 