Just Like Art, He Said

Like I would ever describe it. The floating green with a overwhelming impression red. Painterly filling out the black spots, merging light and shadow into this rusty being of an old car. This time I stole its colours, leaving only shades behind. Memories, maybe. Laughing. The sound of crimson, the husky voice of bogus jade.
It looks just like art, he said. While dying the room in pink neon lights…


A not-so-secret-nor-hidden-place in Sweden, November 2009

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