I had a dream of a woman with three eyes. She told me her name was Charity and asked me for a cigarette. I laughed in response. When I woke i knew the woman had lied to me. Her name wasn’t “Charity” it was “Chance”

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I had a dream of a woman with three eyes. She told me her name was Charity and asked me for a cigarette. I laughed in response. When I woke i knew the woman had lied to me. Her name wasn’t “Charity” it was “Chance”
Why?
As a child I, like many, asked “Why?” It was a question I asked a lot. To my mother, it was responded with platonic promises of understanding when I was older, or shunting the question aside like an annoying fly. I asked “God” Why. I was told he had a plan, I was unworthy of knowing, or ever questioning Why. Now I feel the truth of this question is so very plain, it’s rude. Because. That is Why. Simply, Because. Knowing Why, doesn’t help much however. Why, means “Too far gone.” Why, is overlooking the aftermath of the preventable disaster. Why is what we weep when too little too late is done. I don’t ask Why anymore. I ask what now?
How much more of an armature could I be? This is part one in a series of paintings I want to create, before I put them all together to form a self portrait. I’ve recently been learning about art on my own, and I want to try and paint something meaningful to me, without the driving force of the painting being “Pretty” I want to make something, real.
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When I was a child, I was told statues would weep when the plants they guarded needed water.
I did not ask how stones cried.
I asked how thirsty people found water left in themselves to weep.
I cannot lift my hands
For weight of all the blood.
as soon as i'm under a blanket it's over
I am not a Picasso
I may be a Bosh
Or a Frida Kahlo
Or even Edgar Allan Poe
But I am not a depressionist art
I am a surreal landscape
Escaping a barren soul
Did you think of yourself
Pulling my hair while you fucked me?
I hope you did.
Because I do.
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