LINED YOUR STADIUM IN RED
I did that. I lined your stadium in red - red
sneakers and running shoes, blood and mercurochrome,
ketchup and all those things - theatrical supplies a
constant motif. In the war, just like Beirut, people were
smashed and crumpled, lining the street where the real
blood was flowing. This was just fake. I lined out
your stadium in red - for the sake of doing art, for the
sake of doing something smart, for the sake of doing
something alone where no one dies at all. Blessed
mongoloid saint, smitten acolyte of one dead Jesus,
holy modal rounder of blood, sweat and tears.
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