junky papers, measure me, by worth in my words, beyond, demure, decided, drift of claim

Do you want me to be like a jeweller the finished pieces are much refined perfectly circle or close to and roll between slabs of marble or get tincture slight blow to them, dented, delicately, a pattern, but never ever anything referring to us moving on from this human form

So I have my papers, referring to me training in the floating words, my self inside words, that are the sound travels from person to person, can you do that

No.

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I have never been that interested, esoteric higher forms of the meditating man or woman, you sit with me fool I am an accomplished usual life person I am pretty or tall handsome or small the rules “I have made it” money, gilded areas, I move effortlessly through life, and now you talk to me like this, why ..

Your papers are so ugly you are so ugly or at peace fool beneath me ah my heart cries, it cries out for you, something like you, freak

Talk at me in this strange way send birds that poop

Please

Poop words or explain clumsy freaky way you talk to me you want me to understand but I cannot you talk this way I judge you hammer you with my look my aura you will never make it through

Explain more, tinkle your little words peepee them from a fountain onto my face let me be a tourist in your weirdness, ancient sculptures of impossible to express to anyone, you artist, man or woman moved past display impossible perfect art but not you lame duck now move past it into becoming something yourself

Let me measure papers take gauges have a professional examine them your stupid papers, and you, advertised, you can do the floating words, you have media, development, you have developed in this, show me, sit with me, honest person, of depth freaky and off planet and of meditation, tie into me, how I do it, let me value you, show me crude, infantile papers, of you, almost mesmerizingly invisible possibility of human, sit with me and try to do it

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So all for that there, the lady sits there looks at me “so you are art beyond art you little fart are making yourself art ‘your life is becoming art’ ah I’ve heard it all before ..”  “But I am the worst beyond repetitive I am the last nail in the coffin taken out”  “what does that mean?”

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They sit some more, meaning is hedged, scurries .. ah have you ever seen such a little animal before, does it scare you?// /she knows the meaning of this a different being watching her from him .. she has to be careful .. not enter into it as her earth being

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But how does she do that .. survey thousands of pages of prior work, developing to this, or survey thousands of people’s takes on thousands of pages of work, their delicious takes on it trying to explain this uppermost play with art in the art world and being and emerge out of it

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She likes him, not an artist, he is in awe of artists, then moves past them

into this