Nudes

  It seems I have enough latitude (rope) to "hang" myself once again.

 I'll start with the the grayscale image; The Creator, think that which evolved from the sea, carried by (or is) mammalian and practices Speedball (brand name) Language. Using herself as a template as That Is what she knows; She can advise A Path.

I see a Violet (not black) Hole orbited by our red tittle character. Little chance of escaping that Gravity & Void.

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The "Golden Gal" of cyber-futility Renown Is Hung AND she knows it. She wishes NOT to be simulacrum. That self knowledge is

a betrayal of habitual (automaton) Picture Making; The Holy Grail of Dab Warden and his Minions - of which You are surely one...

She prefers to be hung and not hung in diptych or triptych formation.

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The Ottoman Woman is mere Witness; how else would you know?

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The entire unruly crew exists exclusively in a Universe of White. They insist The Universe is a 2-dimensional rectangle with no antecedents.

 Aren't you sorry you asked?