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I don't know why but I would like to give names to the "walls" : 1. Desire 2. Lost memories 3.Childhood 4.Home... But it's just my opinion
Oh and loved this part "Coffee stained ignis fatuus malaise"
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For a minute there I lost myself... Yeah for a minute I lost myself...
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.:.:. Don't be eluded by the bright side of my soul, search instead in the dark side... and you'll find me .:.:.
.. and of-course, Ahh ... "Coffee stained ignis fatuus malaise" .. again, your interpretation is valid, but honestly it's a title of one of my paper-poetic excursions.
Sincelrey -
The Chameleon Prophet [Benito]
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"Oh ... Bliss, Bliss; Blissful Contagious Leprosy of Idle Splendour/ Fearing Perpetual Sleep is a Loathing I reside in Candour/Doth the dove twinge when the tiger of lament punctures?/Plasticized Womb of Medusaean Dirge, Bellows Harsh; an Orphic Neonate
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"Oh ... Bliss, Bliss; Blissful Contagious Leprosy of Idle Splendour/ Fearing Perpetual Sleep is a Loathing I reside in Candour/Doth the dove twinge when the tiger of lament punctures?/Plasticized Womb of Medusaean Dirge, Bellows Harsh; an Orphic Neonate
Compund, yet the most honest and perfect self-portrait I've ever could survey. I could describe it with only one letter...'U'... and I said everything.
Watchers of the exhibition may not understand the aim of the picture (and what I'm uttering now), but to me this piece means so much. Thank you, Mr Hoho!
I enjoy watching your work
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dry my eyes so you won't know
dry my eyes so i won't show
i know you're right behind me
four individual pieces, yet coherent in their colaboration as a whole, we trancend the state of emotional numbness and vagueties, through to the deeper levels of thought and logic, where when focused on issues of 'spirit', 'hope' and 'heart', logic cannot possibly paint in positivity circumstances that rely so heavily on the chaotic maelstrom of events, both significant and insignificant. here we see a spirit in war with the mind, where perception and hope are at odds with each other.
ideals and aspirations are blurred and incoherent amidst the sheer weight and noise of life and reality.. almost an isometric perspective filled with riddles and consequence, where the potential to make erroneous choices is an ever present entity.. with consequences unforseeable and far reaching. for tiptoeing through this seemingly hostile and pointless game is indeed an unavoidable necessity, and as those who posess the depth of cognition have discovered in the only possible logical conclusion (many before us, and many to come long after we are but dust), a fruitless exercise in futility.. whereupon, in this most crushing of conclusions we encounter the most curious abberance of humanity; the faintest glimmer in the darkness.. the greatest anomoly and consequence of our spiritual existance, our metaphysical selves..
...hope.
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Tomorrow's a brand new day, so take from right now all you need
Tomorrow's a brand new start.. It's a shame that I'm happy with today
The Chameleon Prophet
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"Oh ... Bliss, Bliss; Blissful Contagious Leprosy of Idle Splendour/ Fearing Perpetual Sleep is a Loathing I reside in Candour/Doth the dove twinge when the tiger of lament punctures?/Plasticized Womb of Medusaean Dirge, Bellows Harsh; an Orphic Neonate
Sincerely -
The Chameleon Prophet
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"Oh ... Bliss, Bliss; Blissful Contagious Leprosy of Idle Splendour/ Fearing Perpetual Sleep is a Loathing I reside in Candour/Doth the dove twinge when the tiger of lament punctures?/Plasticized Womb of Medusaean Dirge, Bellows Harsh; an Orphic Neonate
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