Theirs were the same times of languish and upside down angst and abstractly awarded verbosity- this artist, that artist.. these DOGDAMNIT(!) artists are a-c-t-i-n-g.. All of them
Like a pair of spots of blobs of belated paint and it w-i-l-l find a way to fund this sense of seclusion in numbers…
“fun.” With. A. Capital. Fuck. Off.
