Words tend to fill the mind, pictures tend to clear it.
ruined by internet:
French new wave
circles on images
squares on images
words on canvas
words in neon
Bob Dylan circa 1965
hair in face
visual puns involving pubic hair
No connection existed between these parts, which now seem to make a whole, until they were chosen.
Whenever he heard the words “dumb fuck,” he always turned around.
All great architecture leaks.
ad agency “beer fridays” as method of weeding out alcoholics
A person upon whom everything is lost.
His palette was black, grey, white, brown. Color hurt too much.
Woke up. Feeling rough. Went back to bed.
followed yet another “whiteness” blog
*placeholder for another sophomoric aphorism I haven’t thought of yet.