Lightness of existence
Strange day, strange feelings. Can`t put them into words.
Cosmopolitical childCosmopoliticalCosmopolitical child
child shrink into
ground.
And paintings are silent.
Just in some cold, cold
gallery
blood drop will be left by someone.
Effect of tiny presence.
Curtain flutters.
Uncovering eyes of sculptures.
Footprint on the footstep.
That isn`t you. Just an instant illusion of space.
Day rasps away by side like cool leaves.
And i carry on to fly into nonbeing.
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So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me, I'm sorry....
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"Remember, you're a wreck an accident.
Forget the freak you're just nature.
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean.
Shit, snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because in the end everything we do, is just everything we've done."
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If you don't like my gallery why waste your time here?
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I'm*Dean*NOT*Dean*obsessing!!*Dean*
mully
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Being an artist is more than job, it's the way of your life.
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i do not know why you don`t know, i cannot reap what you have sown, beneath the blanket of loose soil wrapped arround my mortal coil...
Rozz W.( In light memory)
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