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Just a Tourist
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Sam's Kiss
Cy Twombly Goes Mad in the Caves of Atimira 'J'ai fait juste un bisou. C'est un geste d'amour, quand je l'ai embrassé, je n'ai pas réfléchi, je pensais que l'artiste, il aurait compris... Ce geste était un acte artistique provoqué par le pouvoir de l'art.' – Rindy Sam
Third man, glyphic storyteller, old friend… you who said 'we are a living myth interrupting ordinariness.' I remember when you kissed Rilke on the lips took Rumi by the hand, whispered in Pound's ear. You know you made some people downright hostile. You are like an old friend even to those who never meet you. You are bathroom-graffiti scrawl painter of the Iliad. You are mark maker Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com of actual experience. My friend. Truculent old man, dead man, I kinda love you. And the Phaedrus Incident, really, who could blame her? Sam's kiss, that wasn't cannibalism that was a 1, 501 euro extramarital affair. Well 4: 18am I wake up with Twombly on my mind. I get out of bed and stumble out into the woods with a flashlight. I stare at the trunk of an old ash killed by the emerald borer. Ha ha! There are your marks again you crazy old army cryptographer. I kiss your cheek and I go back to bed.
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