and the sun will riseand the sun will rise behind us as we struggle to outpace it like bare history will chase us with its light; we dare not face it while the victors write the book and the revisionists erase itand the sun will rise
(the battles that we died in only happened in our dreams)
as the new day will awaken bringing new unknown unknowns we'll drive off in reckless glamour over faded traffic cones and with strategies thus shaken we will clamor in hushed tones
(and to those who we confide in, say "this isn't what it seems")
another day, another debt, ano
theywe understand this balance will not last the glimmering world comes at us hard and fast the empress and her chief iconoclast stand 'gainst the walls and shout each other downthey
tension rising like the smoke of friction burns away the science from the fiction leaves her grasping after the conviction that led her once to seize that icegold crown
while he feigns smugness, roils with inward shame at his own part in this disastrous game that once and once again has cracked the frame reality is such a helpless whore
meanwhile rotation breaks the day from nigh
how the west wasthe world is darker now the stakes are higher and those who came before us left no clues for our survival we are only thrashing on bashing on slamming light from earthen walls rock and forest sky and river burned away plowed away drowned awayhow the west was
ground away drained away again and again to our end onward thrust without conviction without reason only the burning need to live, or to exist we must obey that sourceless noise that keeps on sounding keeps resounding earthly shrieks and will not cease won't let you sleep w
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~Allow Severance~
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sketch blog
But yes, you caught me. I'm actually the esteemed painter Philip Pearlstein (google it. Apparently I like to paint saggy, scrawny nudes.
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