first time painting on canvas...... getting there...
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colouring a little guy at lunch break with my new highlighters
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[i'm tired of waiting for the world to be beautiful]
2022-02-24 14:47
let's talk about the loving eyes of an old dog staring down a shotgun barrel,
the death of this author, and other things common in my workplace.
what greater harm than supplication?
the third drop of water falling on your forehead,
not yet a sledgehammer, more an irritant.
you are feeling excessively baptized.
so tired of rivers and heads on platters
you mistook the stryx for the lethe and,
in an ageless hunger for absolution,
walked into the water until your head went under
—you can live with that?
—yes, but you will never stop wanting what you can't have
the person with arrogance to think i could survive this unchanged died
and they left me behind, an unlucky echo-child born of productivity.
the other shining me: backfacing angel of history
cast a hurricane: all hungry mouth and mass homelessness
so that's what they made me and that's what i am.
—i thought it would be different this time
—why?
—i thought you would be different
—(pained laughter)
the deathly afraid butterfly cannot crawl back into the cocoon
not even if it prefers familiarity to growth, suffers from vertigo,
and would rather be loved than be free.
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