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May 10, 2007
The Age of Hands
I have a horror of all Work. Basics and smacks. - base workers all. The eye that guides the mind is worth the hand that guides the brush. - What an age of hands! I shall never have my hand. Afterward, toxic manipulations lead too far. The honesty of aesthetic objectivity sickens me. Authority disgusts like castrates: as for me, I am intent on the process, and I don't care.
Posted by the Secretary-at-Large at May 10, 2007 09:38 AM