

Ars Gratia ArtisStill LifeArs Gratia Artis
Speak of the artist and the soul Inseparably constructed Consider the lover and the passion Eternally intertwined
Staining imperfections make known The expressionless paint Distorted sheets and intentions hide The secret but fleeting pace
In each find fortunate inspiration Spent, consumed, but soon destroyed Allowing no relief to burning demands Souls and hearts defeated in inconsistency


UnderstandingTo a lack of understandingUnderstanding
In the fury, in the music In the quiet cold white In the need, in the words In the urge obsessive want
Where all is calmly vanity
Where everything is silence Where corruption is the sun Where nothing found is new Where accident rebuilds only To be grasping for the wind
To remember the forgetful To abandon reminiscence To lose to contradiction
To define understanding And then create the lost
Tainted

HabitsI've been picking up bad habits. They're everywhere.Habits
I find them on the ground sometimes. I think people drop habits a lot, because I check the same places plenty of times, and there's always something new. At the laundromat alone, I've picked up smoking, nail-biting, and staring, all in the course of a single week. That's not to say it isn't worth trying new spots now and then, though. Once, by the side of the road, I found nose-picking out of sheer dumb luck.
The subway is another hot spot. You got to be willing to sort through them, though. &nb
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Life is a quest and love a quarrel ...
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