There’s a bell somewhere out in space that...
But I feel it calling. I feel the clashing, the...
Its so typical
and that is true...
Unsightly world searching for unsightliness in...
to constantly conform herself...
Art is the deviation from ordinary.
God...
We live in time
and die...
I have always wondered
what that kid with profound shine in his eyes...
Safeguard your beauties
not in your masks...
He is so poor.
He has nothing yet honesty...
The consumer is consumed
as consumption consummates...
You macerate me and
I create art...
All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...
To A. Shamloo::
It was somewhere...