The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea. -- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik
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This is all just blotches of acrylic paint against a starched, white canvas backdrop... Each dap is of no uniformity and maintains no correlation or relation to the blotches to its left and to its right. Madness exists and we're caught up in it.
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