The wolf seemed sad, as though longing to howl at the moon, but it couldn't because it was trapped in a cage, locked away from the outside. A key, on the ground before the wolf, an inch out of reach, taunting it. The pain of the painting and what it represented; a person, licked away when freedom was just within reach, taunting you as though making you realize, time and time again, that hope only made you weaker.

Result #1

The wolf seemed sad, as though longing to howl at the moon, but it couldn't because it was trapped in a cage, locked away from the outside. A key, on the ground before the wolf, an inch out of reach, taunting it. The pain of the painting and what it represented; a person, licked away when freedom was just within reach, taunting you as though making you realize, time and time again, that hope only made you weaker. A wolf in a cage, as the painting so often seems to say, in which the only hope of escape is to run and hide, in which you only have the terror of it to fear. An artist painting a painting that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is meant to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful. The artist, painting a painting that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful. The artist, painting a painting that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful. The artist, painting a painting that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful. The artist, painting a painting that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful. The artist, painting a painting that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful. The artist, painting a painting that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful. The artist, painting a painting that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful. The artist, painting a painting that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful. The artist, painting a painting that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful. The artist, painting a painting that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful, and that is supposed to be beautiful.

Result #2

The wolf seemed sad, as though longing to howl at the moon, but it couldn't because it was trapped in a cage, locked away from the outside. A key, on the ground before the wolf, an inch out of reach, taunting it. The pain of the painting and what it represented; a person, licked away when freedom was just within reach, taunting you as though making you realize, time and time again, that hope only made you weaker. In a strange way, you felt like a hypocrite, perhaps, because you felt you could get away with it; in fact, you might have been more careful, or even, more accurately, more observant. The painting was the only thing that had some room for the painting, and it was the only thing that was at all redeemable, and the only thing that could save your ass from the fall. The painting was the only thing that would do, and it was the only thing that was the real help. Its the only thing that was possible to do with your ass, and the only thing that could save you from the fall. The painting was the only thing that could do something about it.So you got your ass kicked, and you got your ass around the corner, and you found yourself on the other side, in the other side of the canvas, looking at the other side. And you were looking at the painting, and you didnt like what you saw, so you were looking at what you thought you could get away with. And you were thinking, and so you were thinking, You could have gotten away with it. You could have gotten away with something else. And you didnt like what you saw. And you were thinking, I could have gotten away with it. You could have gotten away with it, and that is the real lesson. And you were thinking, Oh, thats not what I mean. You could have gotten away with it. You could have gotten away with anything. But you didnt. And thats the real lesson. And you were thinking, Oh, thats not what I mean. You could have gotten away with it. You could have gotten away with anything. But you didnt. And thats the real lesson. And you were thinking, Oh, thats not what I mean. You could have gotten away with it. You could have gotten away with anything. But you didnt. And thats the real lesson.

Result #3

The wolf seemed sad, as though longing to howl at the moon, but it couldn't because it was trapped in a cage, locked away from the outside. A key, on the ground before the wolf, an inch out of reach, taunting it. The pain of the painting and what it represented; a person, licked away when freedom was just within reach, taunting you as though making you realize, time and time again, that hope only made you weaker. The pain of the painting was the pain of the world. And the world only made you stronger. And the world made you weaker.And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you stronger.And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you stronger. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker.And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you stronger.And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker.And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker.And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker.And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker.And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker.And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker.And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker.And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker.And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker.And the world only made you weaker. And the world only made you weaker.

Result #4

The wolf seemed sad, as though longing to howl at the moon, but it couldn't because it was trapped in a cage, locked away from the outside. A key, on the ground before the wolf, an inch out of reach, taunting it. The pain of the painting and what it represented; a person, licked away when freedom was just within reach, taunting you as though making you realize, time and time again, that hope only made you weaker. The painting, an exhibition of the artists works, was a model of an art-world nightmare: the world is a cave, and its inhabitants are just as weird as you are. The point is to be on the safe side. But the painting also makes you nervous, a nervous presence that makes you feel like youre being watched, like youre being protected. You want to run away, but the cave holds no signs of violence, and you cant. The painting is a metaphor for the only possible escape: you have to run, and it is as dangerous as any other.The painting is the place where you have to run, and it is dark, and the cave is dark. You are in a dark cave, and you are being watched. But you are being watched by a very tall, very thin, very slender figure. He is watching you from above, and he knows exactly who you are. You are being watched by someone who is above you, and below you, and who is watching you from above, and below you. He is looking at you from down below, and you are in the same position. You are being watched by someone who is above you, and below you. You have to run, but the cave holds no signs of danger. The painting is dark and you are getting lost. You are being watched by a very tall, very thin, very slender figure. He is watching you from above, and he knows exactly who you are. You are being watched by someone who is above you, and below you. You have to run, but the cave holds no signs of danger. The painting is dark and you are getting lost. You are being watched by a very tall, very thin, very slender figure. He is watching you from above, and he knows exactly who you are. You are being watched by someone who is above you, and below you. You have to run, but the cave holds no signs of danger.

Result #5

You could only imagine the pain the wolf felt when he realized that his only chance was to get closer and closer to the painting, to let it close in and close out. The pain is in your eyes, not the painting. I couldnt see what the pain was, but I could feel it. It was there. It was there. I could feel it in my bones.