I am locked inside the purple painting, the tree outside the window is dead. My Neurosurgeon suggests that my partner should give up their day job. I cannot move, my brain is dead, I am a meat sack says Kai.

Result #1

I am locked inside the purple painting, the tree outside the window is dead. My Neurosurgeon suggests that my partner should give up their day job. I cannot move, my brain is dead, I am a meat sack says Kai. But there is no time to be afraid, Kai says. Theres nothing left in the world. Theres only death. Theres no hope. It is the end. Theres no life left. So what do you do? Kai says, in a calm voice. A friend once said to me, you always have to be afraid of death. Thats the truth. But it doesnt matter what you do, what you do is what you do. Kai, who has had a long career in the art world, is a man with a deep sense of humor. Theres no such thing as too much wit. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor. He has a great sense of humor.

Result #2

I am locked inside the purple painting, the tree outside the window is dead. My Neurosurgeon suggests that my partner should give up their day job. I cannot move, my brain is dead, I am a meat sack says Kai. The world is a body, a corpse, and I am not even a part of it. I am a building, a body that must be destroyed. As I walk through the painting, I am trapped in the shadow of the building, in a nightmare. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed. I am a building that must be destroyed.

Result #3

I am locked inside the purple painting, the tree outside the window is dead. My Neurosurgeon suggests that my partner should give up their day job. I cannot move, my brain is dead, I am a meat sack says Kai. I am an animal, an animal trapped in the mind. In these paintings, Kai uses the same kind of metaphor to describe the relationship between mind and body. The mind is a shell, a place to hide and a place to inhabit. The body is a solid, solid vessel. The mind is a vessel inside the body. I am an animal, a vessel in the mind. This painting is a metaphor for the mind and the body. It is a metaphor for the mind and the body. The mind is a shell, a place to hide and a place to inhabit. The body is a solid, solid vessel. The body is a vessel inside the body. I am an animal, a vessel in the mind. This painting is a metaphor for the mind and the body. It is a metaphor for the mind and the body. It is a metaphor for the mind and the body. Kai paints on canvas the same color as the paintings, which are made of wood. His palette is a deep navy, a deep black. His paint is a deep greenish blue. His strokes are precise and precise. The paint is applied with a brush and then rubbed on. The paint is applied in a vertical fashion. The painting is not a drawing. It is an actual painting. In the middle of the painting, Kai has painted on a red background, a dark brown background, and a yellow background. The painting is titled Painting on a Red Background. This painting is about the mind and body. The mind is a vessel inside the body. The body is a solid, solid vessel. The mind is a vessel inside the body. The body is a solid, solid vessel. The mind is a vessel inside the body. The body is a solid, solid vessel. The mind is a vessel inside the body. This painting is a metaphor for the mind and body. It is a metaphor for the mind and body.

Result #4

I am locked inside the purple painting, the tree outside the window is dead. My Neurosurgeon suggests that my partner should give up their day job. I cannot move, my brain is dead, I am a meat sack says Kai. The painting is a corpse, a corpse that is in no hurry to move. But in the moment that the painting comes into view, the corpse is alive. It is in the moment that the painting is alive that the painting is dead. I see the painting as a corpse, the body of the painter, a corpse that is in no hurry to move. But in the moment that the painting comes into view, the corpse is alive. It is in the moment that the painting is alive that the painting is dead. I see the painting as a corpse, the body of the painter, a corpse that is in no hurry to move. But in the moment that the painting comes into view, the corpse is alive. It is in the moment that the painting is alive that the painting is dead. I see the painting as a corpse, the body of the painter, a corpse that is in no hurry to move. But in the moment that the painting comes into view, the corpse is alive. It is in the moment that the painting is alive that the painting is dead. I see the painting as a corpse, the body of the painter, a corpse that is in no hurry to move. But in the moment that the painting comes into view, the corpse is alive. It is in the moment that the painting is alive that the painting is dead. I see the painting as a corpse, the body of the painter, a corpse that is in no hurry to move. But in the moment that the painting comes into view, the corpse is alive. It is in the moment that the painting is alive that the painting is dead. I see the painting as a corpse, the body of the painter, a corpse that is in no hurry to move. But in the moment that the painting comes into view, the corpse is alive. It is in the moment that the painting is alive that the painting is dead.

Result #5

I am locked inside the purple painting, the tree outside the window is dead. My Neurosurgeon suggests that my partner should give up their day job. I cannot move, my brain is dead, I am a meat sack says Kai.In the background, a young man with a beard and a white bandana hangs a portrait of himself in a photograph. His hands are clenched and his eyes are closed. The artist is the only one of the three who does not know who he is. He seems to be looking at his own reflection in a mirror. The artist says he cant move, his brain is dead. The artist says he doesnt know who he is. He doesnt know who he is. He doesnt know who he is. He doesnt know who he is. The artist says hes going to move, he is going to move. He is going to move. He is going to move. He is going to move. In the background, a woman in a pink dress is sitting on a bed. Her legs are spread, her head is spread, her arms are spread. The artist is standing behind her. The artist is moving in front of her. The artist is moving behind her. The artist is moving behind her. The artist is moving to the side of her. The artist is moving to the side of her. The artist is moving to the back of her. The artist is moving to the back of her. The artist is moving to the front of her. The artist is moving to the front of her. The artist is moving to the back of her. The artist is moving to the front of her. The artist is moving to the back of her. The artist is moving to the back of her. The artist is moving to the front of her. The artist is moving to the back of her. The artist is moving to the back of her. The artist is moving to the front of her. The artist is moving to the back of her. The artist is moving to the back of her. The artist is moving to the front of her. The artist is moving to the back of her. The artist is moving to the back of her. The artist is moving to the front of her.