I’d like to paint with words grand vistas of vowels drawing consonants with canvases rough drafts depicting sketchy underworlds sheltering fractured souls still life’s surreal for those trapped below the acrylics of society high from huffing an oil economy auctioned off to the richest bidder Christ eases and art pops expressionistic narratives for the impressionable propagandised with daily print and wondering how to abstract what’s real
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