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Tuesday, August 3, 2004

Little Five Points

Strange, that girl on the corner weaves magic with her ju ju eyes, stealing souls for the devil’s Jack-in-the-box. I think she does not like me. Strange, that man devours my paintings, blue streaks first, geometrical shapes last for their edges scratch. His throat, an Acrylic whore. Strange, that... Sign in to see full entry.

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