bloodline ran acroos a whipping pilgrimage
a 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)