March 31, 2016 · 7:46 pm
Peter Nicolai Arbo
–
the Freedom
to #Be
me.
–
–
Hope
That #Things
Will
Change.
–
to Make
#What
we Dream.
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March 30, 2016 · 6:05 pm
Howard Pyle
Neon Plays Upon Her Waxen Face.
Eyes Stare Hard At Death’s Embrace.
Another Casualty Of the Human Race.
#B27321
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March 29, 2016 · 4:03 pm
Waterhouse
Eyes the Color of Suicide Strained.
Lips Blackened From Choking Back Pain.
Crimson Smears That Won’t Wash aWay.
#B27321
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March 29, 2016 · 1:08 am
Howard Pyle
140
–
140 Characters
Is my
Stage
Do not
Rage
About
the Limits
Of
a Page
But
Make
your Words
More
Meaning Full
Sage
I Say
To you
Dismiss
the Cage
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March 27, 2016 · 8:28 pm
Hans Memling
Another Smart
Monkey
Whose Only
Desire
Was
To Set
Fires
&
Burn
This Mother
Down
Whose Verse
Was Like
a Curse
To Haunt
you
To the
Ground
an Unquenchable
Thirst
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March 26, 2016 · 9:00 pm
Amman
Manners Cost
you Say,
So Let Us Begin.
A Tale That Is Both
Humorous
&
Dark;
Cock Weasel,
Prose,
&
Word Count.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,
Prose,
Word Count.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,
How you Are
a Cock Weasel.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,
Should Have
Known It
From The Start.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,
Now Is
That
Not Art.
Did I Mention
Cock Weasel,
Or
Prose,
How About
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March 25, 2016 · 4:07 pm
Lawrence Alma-Tadema
you
–
I Just
Want
To Make
the Pen
Sing
That Is
my Dream
Why Must
you Always
Look Down
On me
a Tortured
Thing
Condemned
To Be
No Help
From Thee
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March 24, 2016 · 11:26 pm
Gustave Dore
Old
Is my
Search
I Roam
To Find
a Haven
a Home
Only Loss
Have I
Known
the Bitter
the Cold
#B27321
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March 23, 2016 · 8:08 pm
William Adolphe Bouguereau
The Twenty-Eighth Amendment
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What Is
Good
For me
Is Good
For you
Or
Am I
To Play
the Stooge
Rules
To Make
me
A Fool
No Say
In What
you Do
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March 22, 2016 · 10:00 pm
Howard Pyle
What Is
This
Techno Crap
It Is
Worse
Than Rap
It Fills
my Head
With Drivel
&
Makes
my Bowels
Wither
Oh
the Pain
Please Refrain
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