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• Anthony wrote:

  January 4, 2011 at 11:40 pm

  1. Blood, spaghetti, tongs, mum­mies. Sym­me­try, red plates like teeth, quar­tered heard, metal­lic pur­ple, ooh that lit­tle blue thing, like a credit card, and the blue lady orna­ment; ice cream mum­mies. Now at closer look it is the torso

  2. Of a guy or a girl in red. The black lines are map points. Mummy on the left has this sick wet shit col­ored wrapping

  3. The plates look like chipped teeth; they are let­ter open­ers; meant to slice into the body behind; and that shiny white line on

  4. The pur­ple let­ter opener the bright white hot light is hit­ting that instru­ment; they must be sharp because this art is sharp; makes me feel like a sex machine; I wanna get into it man; these black lines are more like twigs, the kind I use to clean my teeth when I am

  5. Sit­ing on my back porch. This lady is a high soci­ety fash­ion plate stuck some­where in Virginia.

  6. In Vir­ginia. The lines are the map to get her homes. She is about to use the let­ter open­ers to slice her wrists because sh is so depressed stuck in this back woods moun­tain town.

  7. The lit­tle girls is the replica of who she used to be, who she yearns for; and shit here I am mak­ing up a stooped story instead of going going gone

  8. What can her arms be doing.? They are either out like Christ with spikes through her hands or they are tied behind her back or they are lit­tle pieces of spaghetti cov­ered in red sauce. I know she don’t look like the lit­tle girl because she has been on heroin for the last year, that noir thing again

  9. They are cake dec­o­ra­tors and they are dec­o­rat­ing a cake that looks like a woman. The cir­cle in 4 parts is an amulet, an valu­able tal­is­man, a clue to nothing

  10. There is a tiny bit of white shoot­ing up toward the neck off the red. Flicker of a white flame from that one part of the gas grill, form that one part of my cre­ative heart