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And with the hazy stormburnt clouds breaking under wavering candlelight, Goya paints the flaky tanned walls over with faraway lands. He smokes imaginations on taupe canvases.
Slathers the insurmountable peaks in the background, dark in their magnitude. A valley of red is gashed into the foothills. His thoughts go at each other with cudgels, legless but overwhelming. They threaten to strike again, but they are ghosts he can't feint. So he paints and the sky cracks over them, splitting his world at its crux.
--- apr 26, 2017 i am so happy that i caught up, but i forgot that i wasn't actually done with homework, and now i'm kind of sad again because i went to bed at 3:45 last night and i'm tired af.
