The word "wretch" came from my bro and I just liked how it sounded, plus it's dual meaning. The wretch retched. An odd juxtaposition, bust of a great great (great?) grandfather, Jesus, evaporating head, and Karl Marx's disembodied, bald (artistic license) head and what we can only assume is a member of the working class reverently touching Marx's beard, awestruck, no doubt, by the ghastly enormity of the chimera before him.
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Aside from the fact that your artistic talent is truly amazing, can I just say, "You need more sleep." Also, where did that awesome line about tears being like ants come from?
From the considerably cavernous depths of my genius. But really, I came up with it.
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