[dead man]

n a place of such barren decay, she began to ramble & wretch
Psychic readers had misinformed her; the gift of the magi wasn’t perilous death!
when the pain subsided, she lit a black candle and stretched

the sheer force of your imagination is what has inspired me over the years. you have the ability to take even the mundane or overlooked and turn it into something vast and strange and unexplored. you open up miles of territory where there seems only rubble. as great observers and thinkers and writers everywhere, you make this territory your home.

this seemed to be a parallel verse of sorts - one side is the street walker, the woman down on her luck and stuck in her addictions. the heroin at the beginning seems to serve a double meaning as both our protagonist and the substance which holds her prisoner in the doldrums your picture displays. the other side is that of a being you paint as deific and historical. your usage of the griffin (and bird imagery) lends to the parallel, as these creatures of flight often appear in ancient religious texts throughout the history of human documentation. what might be seen as another fatal scuffle between a whore and her john can be discussed with the same creative insight and acuity that accompanies murals and collaged walls.

the pigeon semen thing was a bit strange to me. but i guess memorable for what it was..

"keep doing you"

thanks



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