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| 1 Render unto. Erudition, Need and Apologos not necessary. (Instead – Vita Nuova) Sensation by sensation; Savouring the endless cycle: Alternating – revealing you to yourself. Names, dimensions, perspectives… Chad, humble author gives you his love and friendship in every instance. Ecce homo! |
| 2 His composure regained (I am sitting) |
| 3 shitty galleries living off old corpses show me I’ll show you 4 my friend John Gacy first famous artist I knew strangled pretty fags 5 art’s like daily shit and every arsehole does it it comes out we flush |
| 6 This perfection. The deterioration. The perfection of this deterioration Into lasting. Preened as I am I can now Not see inside And not see pretending To give in and What – says. Listing toward, Walking as I am, Partially unable to see what Here that alien watch, Look from there, him. I continued to bring, To give, Am now (I see The Duchess) not pretending… I can now resemble Those paintings. The delinquents, the international. I can pretend I can listen I can listen thru the end Laughing. Forsaken by All others but you. I can hear something intimate. This is what I’m saying: He concludes. Feverishly. I am here. I am not to be contained. To be there, here with you. You all. Brilliance. I couldn’t, can’t stop. At last – Existing. With you perilously close, Beside me. |
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