Thoughts in forms

I drank table-water at a cafe, until it all became clear.

I am an artist, therefore this is art.

All art is the artist’s memorial. A monument to his desperate mortal desires.
The best art helps us practice our own death, and in doing so reminds us to live our lives for real.

Art is what you can get away with.

SCHOOL:

School
A
Prison
For
Outcasts
Called
Children

L=12, I=9, G=7, H=8, T=20, N=14, I=9, N=14, G=7
=100!

Lightning the “One Dollar Word”.

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