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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queued up
may your quest be of questioning with no need for answers may your quench be squelched not with liquid but more so with calling may your quill be quickened with the pace of your heart’s voice may your qualms be quieted with no news of knowing may your quilt be the quotient of all patchesContinue reading “queued up”
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