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Liquid metal mated to glass; revealing eyes to eyes. No longer safe from the truth of the one behind our mask. Refracted dirt from the concealing of ourselves.



Reality burns our asbestos lies; Silver nitrate piercing the veil, career-woven to hide a natural revulsion. Masking, ever masking, marketing the lies of our us.



A c-note and a half, moistens the eyes of the mask, while the reality eyes our homicides with a smile, a chuckle, and another friendly lie.



Wanting what we want, staring past our reality and blinding ourselves to the blood-red flow of the gutters beneath a solemn billboard us. And masking the giddy laugh of reward for our deceptions.



The work is the lie.