Vomit your soul and lick your wounds

I haven't yet found my way out of the balcony, but... this I found as an exhaustive comprehension of actual thoughts. As promised. The artist spits the dark blood into a colourful piece. The piece soothes the scattered eyes of a face that doesn't grim anymore. Thank you, artist. Thank you, Mr. Green. I want to vomit myself.

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