ft. the picture below

I did'nt take much effort to accomplish this mess. With tunes of A. Tensta in my head, I, in my backyard began picking dry leaflets of a dead stalk. I stuck em on with ol' Carlssons to then attack the canvas with whatever supressed emotion i had instored.

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