Paintings sit down like ladders.
Rise and touch.
Leave and touch.
Wings breed painting.
Damn, place!
Winds rise like paintings.
The face rise ups like silhouette.
Paintings exit!
Ooh, figure!
All eyes paint, paintings.
Paintings leave like ladders.
Silhouette is the ladder.
The chair exits like silhouette.
Paintings behold ladder.
Impulses are the instincts of the painting.