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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

The Scream


On this day, I am that man of oil and tempera trapped in Munch's painting, letting out haunting eternal scream in silence.

I'm tired. Each breath feels like a chore.


The Scream, Edvard Munch, 1893
Posted by madame x at 11:13 PM
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