Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
-low hanging clouds dispersed at an even rate.
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| It's not that I wanna be somewhere else I don't wanna be here by myself That's not myself That's just my cell I don't know if you could tell but I don't need help I don't know if you noticed but I have been smokin' my arm might be broken I'm so sick of jokin' I'm sick of your talkin' Your words have no meaning I don't like your body I don't think you should feed it Don't think that you want it Or like it, or need it So why do you keep it if you're free to leave it? |
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
-glitter pills.
Chemical Set #1: 14" x 17" Poster.
I've resided in this cloud for months on end, sitting on wisps of haze. It is my retreat from the set in stone policies that have slowly eroded the views of a child. It's a tragedy. Yet, this retreat exists solely for me. The fastest way to get there was to channel the energies of the hammer-hits-stone mentalities, realize that they existed, and openly reject them. I was not one of them, but on certain days, I wasn't too frustrated with the way the fireworks would defiantly cut wounds on the sky. I found beauty in the way each individual light particle fell back from where it came from, as if each minuscule fragment of light had a little parachute attached to it that lost its glitter as it continued its slow descent from the ideal.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
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