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"Chat, I fear I may be remorseful"
Painting process 💛
Your Boy
It's all blacked out
And oh baby you're broken glass
And I'm your bitch
Litterbug
Sad clown wip
My Midwestern Gothic:
-if the wind blows just right you'll hear the train whistle. Your goosebumps are not overreacting
-pretend not to see the things that wash up on the north side of the lake, the smell is just dead fish.
-dogs bring home bones from the fields, you don't go to check what they're from.
-you could have sworn they said the lake was shallow, which way back to the dock?
- ignore the stinking pile of red, it's hunting season
-people learn to drown out the noise. You could almost imagine away the humming, and the croaking and the distant shots and the howls and the breaths. Almost.
-Dead mines spill red dirt like blood. It's been rainy this week- you see him standing in the ditch, you pray to God it's just mud.
-there is more and more roadkill every day, yet none of it is ever fresh enough. You're starving
Hello? Is there anybody there?
Coffe and a happy little sketch
Joyful and flawed is she
Trapped in this I am.
The strings sewn through my very heart
I fear on you- are only just looped through your hair.
You pull, and I follow
Yet if I was to stop in my tracks
You would slip away with barely a wince
And I would suffer
Agony.
Trapped in this I am, so I beg of you- walk slowly