Behind The Dirt Truck

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depicts a man of my age, dressed in a suit, his face smeared with dirt. I’ve titled it “Behind the Dirt Truck.” Despite my mature, bald appearance sans beard, memories of the late 1950s flood back when I recall Sunday school teachings illustrated with cut-out paper Adam and Eves on felt boards, leaving me feeling unclean. As life progressed, I delved into Aleister Crowley’s works, constructed an Orgone Accumulator, delved into Sanskrit Tantra, ultimately concluding that love itself is magic, rendering traditional Magick obsolete. Now, why is this
implication that I’m still dirty has shattering my mojo.