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Touring the 260 acres grounds we stopped for a few minutes at Connecticut Valley Hospital Cemetery that featured this beautiful sugar maple 🍁 Some people leave a penny when they visit..
Pompeii / Fresco
Cover me in the remnants of a painted pastiche
A new coat of charcoal skin to spark my muscles awake
Anything to erupt my heart from its ashen haze
Remember when I use to channel it?
Pour out the cement and mix it along fault lines
Waiting for it to dry, only for it to quake
The reds and oranges swiftly rushing the greens and blues;
Encapsulating my body in a deep grey totality
Smoldering in the sun,
embers in the sinew.
made some alastor art <3 WIP still needs to be colored and will try to finish coloring them ASAP :3 my OC in the bottom scorpian :D
Transitions to 1st
Slick, winding roads of earth
Valleys fortressed by elegant houses,
some more humble than others.
The pictures scream off of the horizon,
muffled only by the golden hue
Miles and miles of heights;
licking the S-turns,
picking the meat from the country club green.
Little suburb off the 82 that houses a small Medical school.
Idyllic forms of all matter,
the continuum of dreams on a hill,
anointed by god at the very top.
Speckled cars casting shadows from Warrior Rd.
Eyes burning in the dusk of spring
The world changes from Terrace Heights to the sunken city below.
The contrast of grit with a derelict modesty,
broken plains, trees uprooted by sidewalk
Atmosphere smothered by people.
The streets twist and confuse,
All numbers and no meaning
A chaotic puzzle mapped against the grain,
asphalt clothing intersections seeped with bile.
Tombs upon tombs of minute apartments
so many 1/2’s,
Every tenement building sickened by decades of cigarette smoke.
Motels etched in the slums of 1970’s New York, perpetually stuck in time in the Pacific Northwest.
The faces change behind the fences,
the sentiment does not.
The ailing businesses defunct or suffering,
this is disparaged housing
This is survival money blues.
The world below is all shades of red.
An indifference deserved and paved with good intention.
I ended up deleting this thread on Twitter I wrote, but want to share it here because it's very important. It's fucked up. It's what I'm dealing with. And no one even fucking cares.
My favorite moment in Cosmonaut Variety Hour history™
Yesterday I went on a tour of the old Connecticut Valley Hospital CVH located along the Connecticut River in Middletown, CT. Here are some stills of the now closed CVH Theater.