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  • I wonder how many people followed the arrow.
    Perhaps it lead to a parking lot full of spooning citizens and smooching strangers.
    Or perhaps it lead to a butcher shop. It's even more likely it was some San Franciscan's tag name. But, the combination of the messy white text and direct white arrow makes me laugh. It makes me think about how much more often we indirectly discuss our urges and dress them up with decorative compliments, dates, and distractions. It makes me think about how funny and fierce and messy it would be to paint from the guttural pigment inside of us instead.
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