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The clouded mind with its interesting meandering synapses, the complexity of the human situation, and taste mixed with motive
old tricks for new generations, cycles of fashion, and reacquiring answers to the universe.
Live to become
If you live your art does this elevate your life?
If you separate life from art does this elevate art?
Does art really need to take a shit?
Does art need to be elevated?