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  1. I never wrote such


    I miss

    Dying in the streets

    For love

    Gave all of

    My self 

    for sexless sustenance

    Tired of waiting and

    Tired of waiting and

    Fighting shame

    You ask why when you should have

    Long ago, listen now

    To my tone, aggressive

    Assumptions of anger

    Early pregnancy, damage

    Approached the feel in the night

    The winds pipe down

    I’m withdrawing on Venus

    The moons of Neptune

    Have a hold on mushroom cloudy

    answers awaiting  shut down

    Confront back on the street

    typing pointless lines of rhymes

    About crimes the fines for which police…

    Vendetta stretches colors of sexless

    Polaris individual peace where the art,

    I can’t even, what does it all come to

    Enraged im not doing more

    Enraged my regrets deplore i am so

    Enraged the smooth sifter plays

    Enraged the gift delays   how

    Enraged five lines are leaving clear

    Reversed verse spinning spiral circular

    For a deer in headlights  cringing image

    the way truth drips is like piss dripping

    Out the tips of dicks   displeased 

    Sebastian named fuck now carved in

    Carved in to sin, you listen, gut feelings

    Creeper waving with a smile   the vile

    Idea turned to theory   dating again 

    Dirty villain fishing dirty creek cleaning

    The barrel  of your gun

    That’s where you came from with a

    Black eye, steer clear,  if asked,

    There’s nothing

    Nothing to see here,  nothing about me

    Near success as a geographic blessing

    Of land carving a canyon of sexless

    Ribs of bled experience, gone abstraction

    Now out about the town of no more

    Why must you read? You bleed drops

    Of a clef I’m proud poisoning

    Shore of the sea is no longer a boredoms

    Cushy wake soft bottom of the lake with

    The pull of wit from the man with no

    More skin on his limbs tasting crust of

    Crystal, a blurry hole the type would

    Hide in, no room for lies in my new

    #English #Abstractexpressionism #Arteconomy #Artfilm #Artshows #Artsy #Authenticity #Backstoryfake #Badass #Dadaism #Surrealistmovement #art
  2. I never wrote such


    I miss

    Dying in the streets

    For love

    Gave all of

    My self 

    for sexless sustenance

    Tired of waiting and

    Tired of waiting and

    Fighting shame

    You ask why when you should have

    Long ago, listen now

    To my tone, aggressive

    Assumptions of anger

    Early pregnancy, damage

    Approached the feel in the night

    The winds pipe down

    I’m withdrawing on Venus

    The moons of Neptune

    Have a hold on mushroom cloudy

    answers awaiting  shut down

    Confront back on the street

    typing pointless lines of rhymes

    About crimes the fines for which police…

    Vendetta stretches colors of sexless

    Polaris individual peace where the art,

    I can’t even, what does it all come to

    Enraged im not doing more

    Enraged my regrets deplore i am so

    Enraged the smooth sifter plays

    Enraged the gift delays   how

    Enraged five lines are leaving clear

    Reversed verse spinning spiral circular

    For a deer in headlights  cringing image

    the way truth drips is like piss dripping

    Out the tips of dicks   displeased 

    Sebastian named fuck now carved in

    Carved in to sin, you listen, gut feelings

    Creeper waving with a smile   the vile

    Idea turned to theory   dating again 

    Dirty villain fishing dirty creek cleaning

    The barrel  of your gun

    That’s where you came from with a

    Black eye, steer clear,  if asked,

    There’s nothing

    Nothing to see here,  nothing about me

    Near success as a geographic blessing

    Of land carving a canyon of sexless

    Ribs of bled experience, gone abstraction

    Now out about the town of no more

    Why must you read? You bleed drops

    Of a clef I’m proud poisoning

    Shore of the sea is no longer a boredoms

    Cushy wake soft bottom of the lake with

    The pull of wit from the man with no

    More skin on his limbs tasting crust of

    Crystal, a blurry hole the type would

    Hide in, no room for lies in my new

    #English #Abstractexpressionism #Arteconomy #Artfilm #Artshows #Artsy #Authenticity #Backstoryfake #Badass #Dadaism #Surrealistmovement #art
  3. I never wrote such


    I miss

    Dying in the streets

    For love

    Gave all of

    My self 

    for sexless sustenance

    Tired of waiting and

    Tired of waiting and

    Fighting shame

    You ask why when you should have

    Long ago, listen now

    To my tone, aggressive

    Assumptions of anger

    Early pregnancy, damage

    Approached the feel in the night

    The winds pipe down

    I’m withdrawing on Venus

    The moons of Neptune

    Have a hold on mushroom cloudy

    answers awaiting  shut down

    Confront back on the street

    typing pointless lines of rhymes

    About crimes the fines for which police…

    Vendetta stretches colors of sexless

    Polaris individual peace where the art,

    I can’t even, what does it all come to

    Enraged im not doing more

    Enraged my regrets deplore i am so

    Enraged the smooth sifter plays

    Enraged the gift delays   how

    Enraged five lines are leaving clear

    Reversed verse spinning spiral circular

    For a deer in headlights  cringing image

    the way truth drips is like piss dripping

    Out the tips of dicks   displeased 

    Sebastian named fuck now carved in

    Carved in to sin, you listen, gut feelings

    Creeper waving with a smile   the vile

    Idea turned to theory   dating again 

    Dirty villain fishing dirty creek cleaning

    The barrel  of your gun

    That’s where you came from with a

    Black eye, steer clear,  if asked,

    There’s nothing

    Nothing to see here,  nothing about me

    Near success as a geographic blessing

    Of land carving a canyon of sexless

    Ribs of bled experience, gone abstraction

    Now out about the town of no more

    Why must you read? You bleed drops

    Of a clef I’m proud poisoning

    Shore of the sea is no longer a boredoms

    Cushy wake soft bottom of the lake with

    The pull of wit from the man with no

    More skin on his limbs tasting crust of

    Crystal, a blurry hole the type would

    Hide in, no room for lies in my new

    #English #Abstractexpressionism #Arteconomy #Artfilm #Artshows #Artsy #Authenticity #Backstoryfake #Badass #Dadaism #Surrealistmovement #art
  4. Today’s mandala project. Trying to tame a hand tremor, and coloring while rocking some Sixties classics reduces stress.

    #artsy #mandalas

  5. Today’s mandala project. Trying to tame a hand tremor, and coloring while rocking some Sixties classics reduces stress.

    #artsy #mandalas

  6. Spent some time at the P-Patch, in the shade of the mulberry tree. Then we proceeded to the plot to clean up the old plants; it's fall time.
    #Artsy #Photography #SeattleWashington #SeattleAutumn #PicardoFarmPPatch

  7. Spent some time at the P-Patch, in the shade of the mulberry tree. Then we proceeded to the plot to clean up the old plants; it's fall time.
    #Artsy #Photography #SeattleWashington #SeattleAutumn #PicardoFarmPPatch

  8. Some shots from an #artsy #shoot with a local #Vegas #photographer I normally shoot in a more I guess you could say "practical" style but this was a fun change!