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#baltimore #good boys like me need millions of knives

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Tomato Flower show

#it's cold in Baltimore

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@partygirlarchive 'n I

#tamagotchi #friends

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Cicada/Heard - tinted/white charcoal (2023)

#sydfigsart #my art

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untitled - tinted charcoal 2019

#sydfigsart #my art

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Untitled dreamscape - tinted charcoal 2023

#sydfigsart #my art

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Beautiful Inescapable Life Panels - brush ink, liner, wax crayon, ballpoint pen (2023)

#sydfigsart #my art

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Ruminate - ink, charcoal, crayon (2023)

#sydfigsart #my art #blue ribbon #blue ribbon guy

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The culprit sitting in the background

#blood

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#good boys like me need millions of knives

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somewhere between San Antonio and Seguin, Texas

#texas #friendship #cows

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watching The Brothers Quay Collection on VHS

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UH, HAVING TOURETTE'S DOESN'T FALL UNDER ANY OF THE SEDUCTIVE ARCHETYPES?

#tourettes #the art of seduction

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Pensando en la inmortalidad del cangrejo

#thinking about the imortality of the crab

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My name never stays the same

I'm granted my shame

so heavy is the water in my world

give me the money I take it

to the bank we are going

it's for him on the cusp of Sor and Row street

make sure your bags are full of weapons and your arms are full of bags

we love to rob banks

#page of poetry from my 2021 journal #poetry #song #ants #journal

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We are banging on his wall again, and we are convincing harsh noises.

Light thoughts for the soul.

A rummage. A rummaging. No need for these aggressive rouses and mouses cluttering this kitchen. OH! The duration of escapism clutching the velvet curtain taking us all off our feet, an awesome flight, when the swift felt fabric climbs in the thin sky. A swallowing floorboards. A distance and a fateful fall. A million hateful pounds are a chorus at Mrs. door. And the grey young rodent scatters about the walls. What's with all this sound? This complete bouquet against your chest? Mrs. I miss you so dangerously I have come into the dark spots in my vision. Do you want to chase something to seem as though you are not running from [something]? And the feet you chase with are covered-crusted mud patches missing from the backyard; nowhere to be found. Except your expression knows if there is the lagoon below you. Release your grasp and create a SPLASH. This collapse is great, I sound my flute. If the flute places a warmth in your heart you should chase me. Unless you have died. A part of you shivers against the death of flesh. I call you to remember a gesture of the sun. A cold damo cave cannot dry you off. Do not discard ill voices, bury them in the dirt patch harmlessly. [scratched out- Unaware of matters and written language]

Waking up to the light.

#page of poetry from my 2021 journal #story #poetry #writting #transcribed