MY OWN
ANDY WARHOL
MOMENT
So upon coming my saint white-eyed
over-present dominator of one's only
ragged dreams; you opened eyes
commingling but faintly with things
upon this Earth. I'd seen your kind
before. The trailers of all my stairway
trash - where the man so inspecting
the new table stays in place as he
crosses nonetheless a doorway. Paradox
is like that everywhere we go. A repetition.
The random rateables and the oh-so-constant
precisions too. This is, after all (you said)
'what makes art art.'
-
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Sleep Kiss repeat Kiss Brillo Box
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ANDY WARHOL
MOMENT
So upon coming my saint white-eyed
over-present dominator of one's only
ragged dreams; you opened eyes
commingling but faintly with things
upon this Earth. I'd seen your kind
before. The trailers of all my stairway
trash - where the man so inspecting
the new table stays in place as he
crosses nonetheless a doorway. Paradox
is like that everywhere we go. A repetition.
The random rateables and the oh-so-constant
precisions too. This is, after all (you said)
'what makes art art.'
-
Kiss Brillo Box Empire State Blow Job
Sleep Kiss repeat Kiss Brillo Box
Empire State Blow Job Sleep Kiss.
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