Brad Rose The Scream Next to the Oslofjord, at sunset, Munch went for a walk and was moved to create The Scream. Word of mouth? Indeed it is, but you'd never know it. We are more than ready to receive the sea, a guest, not a passenger. The rose-red city, half as old as time, worthy of the most spoiled sultan. The word, hanging in the air, mixed with the scent of burning ashes. Could today be the day? After a day of site-seeing, some people create poetry without ever picking up a pen. What is bare life? Think, for a moment, of the kind of crowd you see swarming around an all-you-can-eat buffet, in Las Vegas. Make it yours. Make it yours. In Las Vegas, you see, swarming around, an all-you-can-eat buffet. Think, for a moment, of the kind of crowd. What is bare life? Without ever picking up a pen, some people create poetry, after a day of site-seeing. Could today be the day? Mixed with the scent of burning ashes, the word, hanging in the air, worthy of the most spoiled sultan. The rose-red city, half as old as time, a guest, not a passenger. We are more than ready to receive the sea. Indeed, it is, but you'd never know it, word of mouth. To create The Scream and be moved, Munch went for a walk, next to the Oslofjord, at sunset.

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