Ichiku Kubota may have been intrigued with my paying homage to nature with A diorama of a Siberian sun and celestial corners of the universe painted in vermilion, Or Viridian marking the deeper shade of ritual and prayer, Like diaphanous fringes or Motifs draped as intricate embroidery over a monochrome of blue. These were landscape kimonos and a self-inflicted revival of the ancient Artistic technique of tsunigahana or a multidimensional tye-dying of Cloth to create patterns from silken threads,as venetian blinds that repress Caricatures in massive movie screens or slide projections of traumatic childhoods. It was almost Victorian, class consciousness or linoleum peeling from verandah floors With 4pm ethnocentric social gatherings where chipped porcelain cups and frothy cream Served as caustic reminders of pungent chamomile tea trickling with the Gestapo of all cruelties. These exalted figurines in gothic mansions with doric columns reiterate anti-semitic vernacular They inhabit the mahogany polished mantelpieces of the mind, this glass menagerie of Characters hibernate as their own captives in the chrysalis stage of butterfly formation while Psychological warfare is engraved in penmanship or the texture of the depression that forms a name. To alter the frequency of the movement of minutes,and turn the cogs of perception Forward a couple of centuries, nostalgia can be a numbing experience like visions of Being nailed to the crucifix,and you say maybe Jesus reincarnated multiple times can Carry the burden of redundant sin in noble attempts of saintly spiritualism while The crimson of manhood was sucked by another like savoring mad bouquets.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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