If I believed in Love, then I might as well believe in God
Ivan Garcia
Monday, April 25, 2011
now I understand
Van Gogh cut off his ear
gave it to a
prostitute
who flung it away in
extreme
disgust.
Van, whores don't want
ears baby
they want
your soul.
I guess that's why you were
such a great
painter: you
didn't understand
much
else.
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