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Trick 17
You're avoiding the back of Amsterdam Avenue
and you'd better turn 109. You have absolutely no desire
Steven or one of the Palladinos.
It's only $800 you owe them,
but right now you're a little clammy.
Well, what does that mean? Normal condition - mostly in minus.
Always think about where you get coal for paints and
Canvas. Your studio is a dump in a corner,
who only call people who have no idea harmless.
Elsewhere maybe a cliché, but with you it's true
Expression "fight for survival" for once.
But you got your little guns. Little helpers, feints,
Tricks. A few secrets. Without them nothing would work.
You're sniffing your wrist. This fragrance
is one of them. Velvet Desert Oud. It makes you feel like you're not a soft but invulnerable shell around you,
woven from strange spices of the Orient and
a frankincense-like breeze, which with conventional
I don't think the sacramental incense has much to do. More like smoke
of consecration for a special church, you think. One
Church for all mankind, a church of
unconditional love, perhaps. Such daydreams exist
i'll give you the perfume for free.
Suddenly you think - you could nal pass Kasimir-
look. Maybe you can get a hundred out of him-
for a week. Has his own gallery now,
after giving a rich Texan a fake
Baselitz on. Risky game. You couldn't
I'll sleep more tonight. But Kasimir has other genes.
Raised in Moscow suburbs.
Again a little cloud of your perfume rises, a Whiff
they say here. Now you also smell the benches from
exotic woods in your church of love.
Again, you take a little detour. The Dealer
Cathedral and Parkway get on your nerves.
That eternal "need somethin', honey?" Your coke phase
is long over anyway. Twenty hours of intoxication through-
and then find out that everything is only complete
It's junk. With you no more.
In the back room of the gallery Faktor Kasimir kneels with his
Assistants on the floor, everywhere bowls with tea,
Coffee grounds, ashes, dissolved earth. You know exactly what
they do there, nothing more unusual.
"Still not finished with the climate diaries?"
you ask.
"One more thing, then it's a round package. Not detectable.
And art-historically absolutely waterproof. I got someone,
he pays me 75K for it..."
Half an hour and two espressos later you're back
on the street, with a hundred dollars more in his pocket.
A tube of ultramarine blue, a madder red, a Prussian
blue. A few yards of screen. Malbutter of Lascaux.
The smell of the colors harmonizes strangely with the deeper
Tone your fragrance. Balsamic, woody sweetness, at the same time
dry or better desert sun-dry. But with all
a lot of oasis feeling.
Oud is actually just a word.
Velvet Desert hat you might as well imagine.
Or equal to Velvet Desert Trost.
Suddenly you have an idea. A bridge form and white-grey
overpainted green. You discover a piece of wallpaper that is next to
the garbage can is in front of the entrance to your studio.
That you will be in three parts on the lower third of the flax
stick the wall together with the receipt.
When you bend down, the scent rises again into your nose.
"Everything's gonna be okay," he says.
It's good to have something like that in the desert they call Manhattan
and you'd better turn 109. You have absolutely no desire
Steven or one of the Palladinos.
It's only $800 you owe them,
but right now you're a little clammy.
Well, what does that mean? Normal condition - mostly in minus.
Always think about where you get coal for paints and
Canvas. Your studio is a dump in a corner,
who only call people who have no idea harmless.
Elsewhere maybe a cliché, but with you it's true
Expression "fight for survival" for once.
But you got your little guns. Little helpers, feints,
Tricks. A few secrets. Without them nothing would work.
You're sniffing your wrist. This fragrance
is one of them. Velvet Desert Oud. It makes you feel like you're not a soft but invulnerable shell around you,
woven from strange spices of the Orient and
a frankincense-like breeze, which with conventional
I don't think the sacramental incense has much to do. More like smoke
of consecration for a special church, you think. One
Church for all mankind, a church of
unconditional love, perhaps. Such daydreams exist
i'll give you the perfume for free.
Suddenly you think - you could nal pass Kasimir-
look. Maybe you can get a hundred out of him-
for a week. Has his own gallery now,
after giving a rich Texan a fake
Baselitz on. Risky game. You couldn't
I'll sleep more tonight. But Kasimir has other genes.
Raised in Moscow suburbs.
Again a little cloud of your perfume rises, a Whiff
they say here. Now you also smell the benches from
exotic woods in your church of love.
Again, you take a little detour. The Dealer
Cathedral and Parkway get on your nerves.
That eternal "need somethin', honey?" Your coke phase
is long over anyway. Twenty hours of intoxication through-
and then find out that everything is only complete
It's junk. With you no more.
In the back room of the gallery Faktor Kasimir kneels with his
Assistants on the floor, everywhere bowls with tea,
Coffee grounds, ashes, dissolved earth. You know exactly what
they do there, nothing more unusual.
"Still not finished with the climate diaries?"
you ask.
"One more thing, then it's a round package. Not detectable.
And art-historically absolutely waterproof. I got someone,
he pays me 75K for it..."
Half an hour and two espressos later you're back
on the street, with a hundred dollars more in his pocket.
A tube of ultramarine blue, a madder red, a Prussian
blue. A few yards of screen. Malbutter of Lascaux.
The smell of the colors harmonizes strangely with the deeper
Tone your fragrance. Balsamic, woody sweetness, at the same time
dry or better desert sun-dry. But with all
a lot of oasis feeling.
Oud is actually just a word.
Velvet Desert hat you might as well imagine.
Or equal to Velvet Desert Trost.
Suddenly you have an idea. A bridge form and white-grey
overpainted green. You discover a piece of wallpaper that is next to
the garbage can is in front of the entrance to your studio.
That you will be in three parts on the lower third of the flax
stick the wall together with the receipt.
When you bend down, the scent rises again into your nose.
"Everything's gonna be okay," he says.
It's good to have something like that in the desert they call Manhattan
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