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Conviction for a crime
Yeah right,
an assignment from art school to represent a positive idea.
Climbing the Tour Eifel, externally, what, you don’t believe my optimism?
Yeah right,
a bird was sitting or is sitting on the electric wire to Les Champs-Élysées, and wondered.
Whatever the fuck you want to do, she was able to pull before getting her final shock to make her fly away but not fall to death, a crucial friendly reminder from a hellish society running for shopping.
Yeah right,
what are we writing about?
The teacher stood there, stuffing her nose with curious fingers of I want to go home, these students lost sight of the clean and beautiful art I am here to bleach and teach how to miss whatever the fuck was that all about..
Yeah right,
conviction for a masterpiece.
I will be carving this rock like a teenage Cretan who’s searching for holy water or belly laughter, same same, a reason for living.
Yeah right,
we totally lost it.
The practice of practice of practice…
Only madly desperate humans will practice the art of practicing.
And eventually succeed this lustful journey to enjoy a late afternoon room temperature with just enough freedom to walk for a few hours with an obligation in mind to carry out, just later tonight.
The movement of the birds, is effortful.
for a voluntarily-lazy-productive artificial intelligence enthusiast.
Seat tight, your’e going down.
The drain of your mind.
