Papi
Stream of Consciousnoussflowers blooming soft wings are beating softer than baby's eyelashesStream of Consciousnouss
which triggered an E X P L O S I O N no. an implosion
of creativity of pathos for the poor baby that started this world turning
we are all components of gravity because of our existence.
poetry in poetry is motion
and maybe by
R E V E A L I N G this truth, illusions become fact facts become ideas ideas become
E X I S T E N C E. there is no rhythm and rhyme
to life and time
The VarietyForwardThe Variety
Forward by: Professor E.G White, Department of Galactic Historiography and Comparable Studies, University of Hades Gamma Cluster.
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What follows is the much anticipated manuscript “A Variety of Short, Interrelated Tales in No Particular Order from Somewhere Which Does Not Exist”, in its unadulterated and unabridged form. On ED06/07/2354, the manuscript was found by an Alliance space freighter adrift in an unmarked capsule orbiting the second moon of Ixion in our very own Hades Gamma Cluster. Never in our history has o
mother and I.She spoke to me with the abrupt crudeness one might use to speak to a dog. A bossy manner, with a lack of censorship and sensitivity within her voice. I always responded the same. A few carefully selected words, handed out with a blunt, indignant tone in an attempt to tell her I could care less about her opinions. Yet it rarely quietened her. Armed with a clinking glass of ice and whiskey in one hand and a cigarette, (more ash than tobacco) in the other, she’d judge me, the mistakes I’d made, or the mistakes, that in her eyes, I was inevitably going to make. She could speak for hours about how I was the foolish woman shemother and I.
So Beautifully PaintedThere’s something about small spaces that I find comforting. Like the spare bedroom in my grandparent’s house or a linen closet I hid in as a child. When it’s dark and only the unconscious senses allows you to distinguish the walls surrounding you, shutting out the greater world and letting you slip momentarily back into the womb, regressing to a simpler state. A safe world, where as sole occupant you are a god by default. But allow another consciousness into your boxed universe and it transforms in nature, no longer a refuge, it now must be defined by another’s will as well. Walls for keeping things out will also trap youSo Beautifully Painted
yeah, right
Neutral
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I gots T-shirts now @ [link]
Mr. Warhol says,
+ Why do people think artists are special? It's just another job.
+ Don't pay any attention to what they write about you. Just measure it in inches.
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~umbrafox Who demands that you "Obey the fist!"
well, i hope it was a bit of sunshine in your not-so-sunshiney day.
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that makes you sound ridiculous.
a few pennies for a starving artist? [link]
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~umbrafox Who demands that you "Obey the fist!"
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that makes you sound ridiculous.
a few pennies for a starving artist? [link]
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undisguised ploy to cause a look at something I drew
Favors returned, dreams deferred. And so should you.
be original; edit stock. save me from ulcers.
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~umbrafox Who demands that you "Obey the fist!"
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[link]
Thank you.
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