| a wealth of inertia bleeds the heart dry. Combined effort of entropic bliss is too complex to realize, driving along the road clouds fixed by the waste side, her arms in a fold trudging gracefully through the cold, i brake for stimuli especially of the waste-side eyes shot from side to side all the while conversation turns, good to bad and back again shoddy attempt at facile courtesy is mere prognosis for animal cruelty machines interconnected at the waste-side little or no emotion given or expressed: smell of fuel emission, pistons churning... |
| outside the beasts stare with curious contempt, a chance to up-grade ignored or stolen by the chalice who,exhausted by her random encounter smiles coldy without an ounce of grandure, envied by all but one she announces her presence with a soothing melody that was loved by all but one, who retreated to the north as all good sons do in the face of such brilliance a regret for each step plagued him for the rest of his days, A random act of kindness never travelled so far... |
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| You Have No Idea;gray-scale ink on black paper, (color altered) 2002 |
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| UNtitled 2002 CE |
| You Are What you Eat 2002 CE |