No kiss today


Did she taste as good as “me”. Asshole. Kiss Letters. Of Yesterday. Tomorrow is. A Train. Without. You. / I’m a family. Guy. I would. Never. Get Cigarettes. And Never. Come back. At least I thought. So. Until. This sms. / Guided tour. Kunsthalle. Next room. Lady. Points to the white wall. “Kiss”. Andy Warhol. I never. Hated. Warhol. As much. As today.


Inspired by an interview with artist Alec Soth.

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