he was curious
he was reading the Guardian
on-line
he began at Duchamp the pissoir the article alleged the creation belong to R
Mutter alias of Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven hed
never be attracted to a baroness or a woman whose name included every letter in
the alphabet he preferred brevity what did that say about him if he was asked hed say he was simple things that werent simple made peoples heads
ache he preferred his head didnt ache and if provokedcornered he wasnt going to
talk his way out of it congenially he
was going to hurt someonewhoever he held
people accountable for their provocations
he began at Duchamp fled to Artemisia Gentileschi trippedagain over Djuna Barnes
Nightwoodreminded him of college not
having his way with his professors junkie daughter was worth an A the professor was going to fail him because he
didnt attend classdidnt listen to his lectures – Sorry doc your first lecture bored me to death – yet unimpeachably his papers and test results either garnered As or were among those graded superior in the class stupidly the professor revealed his grades to him personally relishing that his gradeshis achievements wouldnt matter that what mattered was the grade the professor inscribed
he did earn his A
it was a good thing the professor
gave it to him
because rather it would have been a blatant example of someone provoking him and he would have hurt the professor
badly on par atleast with the torment the
professor treated his daughter She’s
a slut, a piece of shit, left to me by her ungrateful cunt of a mother.
Keep it up doc You realise thats too long for an epitaph
doublingback off Djunas he loved that nameits spelling
Nightwood to Artemisia he played quietly with Caravaggio ran away with Ruskin
and read a review of Siri Hustvedts Memories of the Future memories of the future small polished stones someone dropped but were too lazy to pickup who dropped themrefused
to pick them up was someone who hadnt bought them who exhibited they had no skin in the game
he resented people who
had no skin in the game
Right-to-(very possibly a miserabledestitute life) Lifers clowns he didnt counterdemonstrate against because his hands would be too close to their throatshis fists too close to their faceshis knee too close to their balls and cunts a woman would tell you that hurts too
Right-to-(very possibly a miserabledestitute life) Lifers clowns he didnt counterdemonstrate against because his hands would be too close to their throatshis fists too close to their faceshis knee too close to their balls and cunts a woman would tell you that hurts too
the concept Memories of the Future fascinated him
he tried
to get the book through his library
it was
only available on-line fuck eBooks
he poured himself another tumbler of whisky to sip from beside his black coffee he closed his eyes and was awash in future memories past lies contemporary chatteringcodestwistingwords Yamight wanna stand backgimme a little room Do not provoke me
he liked to poke around in
the dark blindly let his curiosity find what it may he acquired skinned hands and knees scrapes wounds but every scar he wore was worth it
they evoked their own memories and stories
they evoked their own memories and stories
1111, Sunday,
31 3. 19 – whered quarter of the year go?
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