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I'd like to share some works by one of me favorite artists... thanks mom

Eatcho

Proper Ghanda

When god comes back. After all the violent acts in the name of vengance or preservence of honor done by human hands, the last thing I wanna see is a "the creator" coming down in a dramatic explosion of chaos and judgement rearing a weapon on fire thirsty for the blood of demons. This makes GOD seem to human. Humans are vengeful and angry falling slave to our emotions and not truth nowhere near an idea of a peaceful calmness, and loving this is the serenity we find in nature but rarely within society, without intoxication. I imagine GOD pregnant and fertile with breast full of milk. Her arm is space and within her hand is an irodescent rock with so many subtle variances in textures and hues that it has you entranced for an eternity. As if all colors of the rainbow had been exposed peering at me mimickingly, through a black hole admidst the mist of a rainy midday shower, scattering electrically through the frothy fog of which had been brewing, Then there neon laughs and flourescent flirts were screaming out sonorously in sensory overloading sequences of illuminated innocence, they were causing too much pain on my brain; I needed to touch the waves of melodic shape shifting patterns that had been snaking within my view for what seemed to be hours upon end. I want to steal the innocence of the untouched light. I want to release myself from this feeling of naivety. Am I such a heathen/ I am such a heathen for wishing to experience the unexperienced and touch the untouchable. I pray/prey/pine on my object of desire for the slightest mislead touch may erase the ever so delicately balanced equilibrium of knowledge that holds it intact. I yearn for these substances to vibrate within my brain, and intoxicate my system with its madness, subjecting me to all, holding me accountable for misfiguring my reality and distorting my prescence, for what may seem to be? Forever? Or is it just me going crazy from not experiencing you at all? No? I just feel as though I am stuck in a never ending fall from all...

Paintings

iF I was lying facedown on the sidewalk crying my eyes out, yelling out loud in sorrow WOULD YOU STOP to help me up to my feet? A lot of people wouldn't because they dont know me

What really knocks me out is a book, when you're all done reading it, you wished the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. - Holden Caulfield

Murals

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dR. hUNTER tHOMPSON

"Richard Nixon has never been one of my favorite people anyway. For years I've regarded his existence as a monument to all the rancid genes and broken chromosones that corrupt the possibilities of the American Dream; he was a foul caricature of himself, a man with no soul, no inner convictions, with the integrity of a hyena and the style of a poison toad. The Nixon I remembered was absolutely humorless; I couldn't imagine him laughing at anything except maybe a paraplegic who wanted to vote Democratic but couldn't quite reach the lever on the voting machine."

8 am never felt so early

May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung, may you stay forever young.

May you have a strong foundation when the winds of changes shift.

May your heart always be joyful, may your song always be sung

May you stay forever young

the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours

may i feel said he. ill squeal said she. just once said he. it's fun said she

may i touch said he. how much said she. a lot said he. why not said she

let's go said he. not too far said she. what's too far said he. where you are said she

may i stay said he. which way said she. like this said he. if you kiss said she

may i move said he. is it love said she. if you're willing said he. but you're killing said she

but it's life said he. but your wife said she. now said he. ow said she

tiptop said he. don't stop said she. now said he. go slow said she

cccome? said he. ummm said she. you're devine! said he. you are Mine said she

-ee cummings

el manana

Summer don't know me no more
Eager man, that's all

Summer don't know me no more
He just let me love in my sea
'Cause I do know, Lord,
from you that

Just died, yeah

I saw that day,
Lost my mind
Lord, I'm fine
Maybe in time
You'll want to be mine

Don't stop the buck when it comes
It's the dawn, you'll see

Money won't get there
Ten years passed tonight
You'll flee

If you do that,
I'll be some
To find you

I saw that day,

Lost my mind
Lord, I'm fine
Maybe in time
You'll want to be mine

I saw that day,
Lost my mind
Lord, I'm fine
Maybe in time
You'll want to be mine

Maybe in time
You'll want to be mine
Maybe in time
You'll want to be mine
-gorillaz

this is where i am

REACHING FOR THE STARS

COMING HOME FROM THE BARS

THIS IS MY ENDEAVOR

LETS STAY AND DANCE FOREVER

THE SNOW IS MELTING

AND THE VILLAGE IS FLOODED

WITH CHILDREN

-KOBAYASHI ISSA BEHOLD THE EGO

SET IN GLOWING EMPTINESS

ON THE EDGE OF TIME

-NOEL KAUFMANN

STAY IN THE MOMENT

SMOKE SOME WEED AND DRINK SOME WINE

WE CONVERSE ABOUTS WHAT'S IDEAL

AND LOSE OURSELVES IN TIME

something tells me

something tells me these times are worth working for

the open road and the rolling hills lead me to a place where i see endless possibilities.

what is becoming of this?

who knows who cares

it's just a sensation that lifts us higher.

i can feel the wind whipping through the streets

and see the sun reflecting from the windows.

the shadows cast a brisk chill

but around the corner awaits the warmth of that glowing ball in the sky.

your sunshine is always just around the corner.

memory tells me these times are worth working for

let me tell you.

it's something we only dream about

a in a valley under blue skies

with a dark eyed beauty.

where the music never stops and the laughter never dies.

we drank like fish and always walked in a cloud of happiness.

every day began and ended with her next to me.

we danced on our feet and danced on our backs,

we sang out loud and sang within, and

we created artwork with brushes and fingers.

i was your canvas and you were mine.

cut off from everthing prior, i felt at ease

take me back to this place i call home please.

lets not be swallowed by the guilt of pleasure or the bliss of eachother.

i will not feel ashamed to say i am happy.

do you want to go back to the place where it started? lets do

i stumbled upon you beneath the towering buildings with no expectations and

you were more beautiful than i remembered.

sometimes we are only allowed one night to make this impression but

it only took a minute.

we stretched the night into morning where i departed from you.

as i walked along the desolate streets you ran in my head.

how did this happen? why did this happen? did that just happen?