In art, no rights for the wicked


I was wondering what to post about today and then I got this brilliant idea that I should just make another  post about art. You just can’t go wrong with that.

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A. Ginsberg – Howl

‘who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer

      a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell

      off the bed, and continued along the floor and down   

       the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision

      of ultimate cunt and some eluding the last gyzym of


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