They fought like dogs

photo by hungrybison

The Spaniard and the Frenchman
The bizarre avant-guard
Madman and the surrealist friend of the interpreter.

The visions of the paranoid, trust onto the unwilling eye, were actually real. The Madman was displeased.

There they  were, all his obsessions recorded in the wilted putrefacations which crawled over the desolate landscapes.

Then came the Furher, who lied ripped from a magazine at the bottom of the cracked bowl.

How was it possible?


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