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Beyond all human restraint lies one's lugubrious layers of paint.

Lights flicker & fade as focus shifts from artificial to natural light, ending on a second artificial light speeding through the blackened miasma of the night sky.

There is nothing left to do but complain.

WHAT YOU MEAN WE is a surreal short film by experimental artist Laurie Anderson.

Trite, closed memories flagrantly bleed into profuse openings mixed & held together by retaliatory colorations & obfuscations.

300 years of a remarkable musical instrument. Crafted by the Italian master Bussotti (Cecchi) in 1681, the red violin has traveled through Austria, England, China, and Canada, leaving both beauty and tragedy in its wake. In Montreal, Samuel L Jackson plays an appraiser going over its complex history.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

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It's time the times met each other over & over.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.