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Art

Pasty colors, and florescant ones
Is it revolting...or revoluting?
I can't quite tell.
Confusing shapes.
Stoic, boring lines.
And lines that overtake their limits
Then are not lines at all.
Trying to be something else
Like the artist.
Painfully shocking hues,
A squirmy, displeased feeling,
And a pity for the scarred canvas.
--January 2nd, 2002