A thought stops with a question „what‘s on your mind?“. But the question stayes opened, because the technical side of creation won against „the mind thing“.The same is in war – he who has more power wins the game. In this case we play the painting game. The players: the mobsters, the head-ache, yuo and me. (If you are having a head-ache you can not continue to play now). The first moove is for „The Head-ache“. He burns the canvas, but fails to hit you. Now it‘s your turn. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. Then goes two of the four mobsters, but they can‘t moove. They are trapped between the paint layers. Now goes other two mobsters. They try to help others , but they can do nothing, because their heads are washed out. Now it is my turn. I transform myself into the white color and squeeze „The Head-ache“ from both sides. „The Head-ache“ passes its turn. Now you go. _ _ _.
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