Art Is A Weapon In The Struggle

An Evil Word It Is/ This Love.

Words Have Users, But As Well, Users Have Words. And It Is The Users That Establish The World's Realities.

The Torture Of Being The Unseen Object, And The Constantly Observed Subject.

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The Further Jazz Moves Away From The Stark Blue Continuum And The Collective Realities Of Afro-american And American Life, The More It Moves Into Academic Concert-hall Lifelessness, Which Can Be Replicated By Any Middle Class Showing Off Its Music Lessons.