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LA | NY A Special Edition of The East Village
3. Your brush is angled & creative, touches the spicy leaf of applique, of hurricanes and wet lashings, canings, and strippings, damp sunshine. An umbrella, a tele- optic cable turning inside out, revealing copper to the onset of the storm. If you should hold the jelly eggs and brush over the linseed drippings into time, then should the couch of receiving be set aside and the reupholster of entailment and owing be striped and egg-like. Tempered pure and springy, as in a cave full and branched into the substratum and the lower sub-sub stratums and even below that to come up again into the border-like frog eggs and tadpoles surrounding-like in the warmth of algae and clay surpassing and being fired and rolled and fermented. To pour down the linseed oil and the turpentine, to see again reappear in the corners of the rivers and the ponds. And the storm to dispersal and the oil dispersing through bifocals and glass, and the telescope aiming outwards and the metal part warm against the eye, focusing and admiring, the admirer, of the horizon and viewpoint. The sea-pathways. Home and over curve.