Copy ImageI couldn’t decide whether it was better to be the art, or the artist
Chris Campanioni
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The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps
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Tangerine tango was still in. Cardigans without buttons were in. Bahia bands were in. Senhor do Bonfim. Make a wish? But hardly anyone considered the most radical move: be yourself. Beauty is always a revolutionary act
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Literature sustains life because it captures death in its forward march. Clickety-clickety-clack, the wheels go round and round
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It’s not enough to say it; you would need to take it out of your mouth, you would need to become it. You would need to become what you were born to be
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