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| My record year for rainfall. Reverse mermaid |
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| Folding Chair -Regina Spektor Come and open up your folding chair next to me. My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze. There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes. And the sea is just a wetter version of the sky. |
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| January Hymn -Decemberists On a winter's Sunday I go to clear away the snow and green the ground below. April all an ocean away. Is this the better way to spend the day? Keeping the winter at bay. What were the words I meant to say before you left? When I could see your breath lead where you were going to. Maybe I should just let it be and maybe it will all come back to me. Done in ink and acrylic |
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| The reservoir in newark, DE. ink, acrylic and watercolor. |
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| The little house in the middle of the Newark, DE reservoir. ink, acrylic and watercolor. |
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| Heard The World -O.A.R I just heard the world is breaking down into bits again. Tell me what am I to do? And you just want me to stay, here. So I'm just gonna stay here. Home, the last resort. Build a castle with an iron door. Lock the windows, pull the shades, the hazed out sun won't help anyway. If the world is crumbling down, I don't want to be alone. No, locked up in this place. I heard the world up, late night. Holding my breath tight, trying to keep my head on right. There's a chill in the air, nobody could care how you're caught up in the fight of your life. Lauren with an apple impaled on a pencil after throwing it at the wall. acrylic and ink |
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| Dancing on the sand during low tide while the sun was setting at a beach on Cape Cod. done in watercolor. |
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| I'll Never Let You Go -Third Eye Blind I remember the stupid things, the mood rings, the bracelets and the beads, nickels and dimes, yours and mine, did you cash in all your dreams? You don't dream for me, no. You don't dream for me, no. But I still feel you pulsing like sonar from the days in the waves. That girl is like a sunburn I would like to save, that girl is like a sunburn, I would like to save, she's like a sunburn, she's like a sunburn. And all our friends are gone, are gone, and all the time moves on, and on, and all I know is it's wrong, it's wrong... |
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Thrown hard -my back agains the wall your hand trails unsteadily through my hair, over my cheek and I sink as you fix me in place; threading your wires through my skin in reckless uneven stitches. You touch my lips and linger to make these holes in my throat, then taunt the voiceless -listening only, as my lungs deflate, to the sound of air that's no longer mine igniting the sparks I strike behind my eyes... |
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In my quick-burning rage, I forget my name, I feel no pain, feel no regret. I tear your wires from my flesh and watch the blood so bright and fresh. Emboldened now by the coursing red I turn your needle on you instead. I bind you now with will and might back against the wall -stitched up so tight. With time I know my holes will heal but you, I want to remain here. ...now the embers cool to return me from fugue; to re-associate my brain, the agony, the name. Your hand presses hard into the crook of my waist and I watch as you savor the sharpness of this curve with your dead hungry grip gnawing into my ribs. I've been all but resolved with plotted precision -your strung up captive. Too weak to fight back from all the blood lost. |
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 The sea lamprey can grow up to 35.5 inches long. It uses it's suction cup-like mouth to attach to a host and bores through the host's flesh with its rasping teeth and bony tongue in order to feed on the host's blood and bodily fluids. Ink and watercolor |
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| Intolerance -Tool I don't want to be hostile. I don't want to be dismal. But I don't want to rot in apathetic existence either. See I want to believe you, and I want to trust you and I want to have faith to put away the dagger. But you lie, cheat and steal. And yet I tolerate you. Veil of virtue hung to hide your method while I smile and laugh and dance and sing your praise and glory. Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma as I smile and laugh and dance and sing your glory while you lie, cheat and steal. How can I tolerate you. Our guilt, our blame, I've been far too sympathetic. Our blood, our fault. I've been far too sympathetic. I am not innocent. You are not innocent. No one is innocent. I will no longer tolerate you. Even if I must go down beside you. Because no one is innocent. Ink |
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| Retrospective I can feel my own brow tense as I watch her glinting eyes leaking life -living and being onto the knee-scraping streets; where her soles wear down, a pair a day, leaving soul upon the ground. Pressed down upon so heavily - we both are the subjects of gravity and her cold, it feels like mine when her tributaries bleed; converging together over desert where no ships are ever seen. |
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| "The tongue-eating isopod enters it's host through the gills and attaches it's body at the base of the tongue. It uses it's front claws to extract blood until the host's tongue atrophies, at which point it latches it's body onto muscles remaining from the tongue and functionally replaces the host's tongue." Ink and watercolor |
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| Today is one of those days I want to just sit outside in the dark. To see all and be seen by none. The negative pressure of no eyes lets me expand and impinge upon the atmosphere, push back the stars as they prick me like thorns, freckling my body with pores that leak night. The chill of the solid ground melds into me as I surrender, willingly, my enthalpy to this need to be not one, but all and none. Acrylic and oil based paint |
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| And now is when the lids get heavy and the emptiness sinks in. The cold glazes my eyes' gazes. And the pressure is so great, that I am infinitely small, remaining empty as a black hole unable to be sated. Stars dust and satellites lose their way in me never to be seen again. And this emptiness aches in every cold stiff joint -metallic robotic and dull. Sinking further still, I freeze at the core. Only my eyes feel the sting of all that they're missing. Ink |
| Lex III: Actioni contrariam semper et æqualem esse reactionem: sive corporum duorum actiones in se mutuo semper esse æquales et in partes contrarias dirigi. -Sir Isaac Newton Law III: To every action there is always an equal and opposite reaction: or the forces of two bodies on each other are always equal and are directed in opposite directions. |
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| All The Love in the World -Nine Inch Nails Watching all the insects march along, seem to know just where they belong. Smears of face reflecting in the chrome. Hiding in the crowd I'm all alone. No one's heard a single word I've said, they don't sound as good outside my head. It looks as though the past is here to stay, I've become a million miles a--. All the jagged edges disappear, colors all look brighter when you're near. The stars are all afire in the sky, sometimes I get so lonely I could... Why do you get all the love in the world? Why do you get all the love? Ink and watercolor |
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| Belated I still remember how we stood sand and salty footed in the ascending tide with sweat sand and sun in your damp hair, down your neck and across your back where my fingers felt the texture of your windy tee and I felt you holding me. You stood so steady on the rocks while I shifted my weight, trying desperately to intimate the contents of my wordless heart. |
