Click and purr and whir and whine and know something in the deep soul of the moment where I am trying to reveal a moving sentiment in still images. I created this mess.
Stop. Motion.
Gold and silver and bronze and spray painted and blacked out. Here is your champion, outfit them as you see fit.
To the victor goes the spoils.
Oh such is the truth of the matter. Such is the heavy head wearing the crown and the decisions they are forced to make for the rest of us.
Give me. Your dreams.
All they want is what I cannot give today. Come back tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow.
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