It is 6.15 and I did not go to sleep yet, so did the marble lady before she became a doll. The colors are wrong, and I feel nothing for the purple noses of the Santas and Arabs of the ephemeras. I despise them for believing they are more alive than the most. One is drunk on the blood of the First Marble Lady, the Immaculate Conception.
Paul Jaisini 911 oil painting 