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Note monologue



I whine only in echo chambers, and welter in pain every time I look at my paintings, from a perspective beyond my life

Is it because I’m a white mentally ill addict and alcoholic I roam completely unrecognized? Blessed by a cursed name in the strangest of times, I cannot possess ill intent that’s the backside of my illness. I’m a slave. And maybe a saint.




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Publicerad 2023-10-21 22:50



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