"crimson salamander, hear me once more."
The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentities stirs me to it: colored women day workers— old and experienced— returning home at dusk, in cast off clothing faces like old Florentine oak. Also the set pieces of your faces stir me— leading citizens— but not in the same way.
(via Ricky Allman | EMPTY KINGDOM You are Here, We are Everywhere)
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