an Artform
an Artform that exists
without the spirit
has only an Entertainment Value
to pass the time
Again your precious eye captures me and my hope becomes like the sun Burning gloriously...as the life pleaser but suddenly, reality is as a cloud. To strike again, ... and gone the warmth... To those dreams lived with in hope... By... Simon Auchterlonie
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ROBERT THE FOOL KALWA WROTE:
My artform exists in a bottle of spirits and therfore my entertainment value is seeing me drunk-i like to drink, therefore I am?
loved these words!
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