Rose Clawson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometiems I wonder, man, what’s her deal? She’s chaos, beauty, a middle finger to the world. “All the world’s a sickhouse,” Kaufman said—whore’s the nurse, the patient, the cure. She pisses me off, breaks my heart, cracks me up. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn, she’s realer than most. Whore, y’all—she’s the play we’re all actin’ in, whether we admit it or not.

Descriptive Summary

ENIGMATIC SUNRISE will clearly reveal the beast and the meaning of its seven heads. The whore of BABYLON and its intended meaning, and a host of other symbols.

I tell ya, Clawson ain’t perfect. Nah, there are corners that make your skin crawl—the abandoned lot on Elm that reeks of lost dreams (so sorry, not sorry, but it’s raw truth). I got mad once, walking past, cuz those cracks in the pavement spoke of our neglect. But then, like in a reel, beauty emerges—rustle of wind, echo of laughter from a nearby little diner (Joe’s Diner, fyi, totally dope!).

Richard Clawson Obituary (2024) - Ewing, NJ - The Times of Trenton