ARTLESSbloodline ran acroos a whipping pilgrimagea whipping picture a whipping portrait of what to be now we all paint a primitive artless satisfaction content volatility (don't pinch yourself just yet) smile :) we use family we use juvinile we cloaked the truth in embarrassment... the cover up "i am far too human to stand in this firing line" "my blood is on auction... any takers?" history in stomachs in churning red rivers pudles of misfortunes trickery they were face down we are not instead, we study in these pictures "taste the color which stained the canvas" (now pinch yourself) |