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#1. [Edited] - Site background colour, ish. [Original Image] This one has handmade vectors because I hate the generated vectors on illustrator. #2. [Edited]

Poetry is alive in a different sense, gone are the days of troubadours and poets and it's popularity. But poetry continues to thrive through every generation as a form of ...

These some of the doodles I've done over the past little while. Nothing big and fancy, I get bored quickly. This one is actually part of a bigger drawing, but ...

You were struck by lighting and everything turned a rosey-green and you forget how to eat the lies I fed you. They dribbled down your chin, like overripe fruits do. ...

(^ Lav it Mustard) -- I think my only mistake would be leaving blood stains in the carpet. It's been a long time now since I tried to scrub them ...

salt reminds me what it's like to live without air or perhaps how to gurgle gasoline. It cracks between your teeth like lace paper might, I wouldn't know, I haven't ...

There are glassy eyed things I like to collect, and wrap in dry pressed linen. I get them in letters without a return address. One time I split one open ...

you set your suit aside, for a brush and a girl. Now the brush is frayed like nerve ends and your suit is nowhere to be found.

When things shake, you remain still when things are still - youcannothelpbut t e b e . r m l

You always used to clean the bowls when they were empty. Scrubbed them until your fingers cracked in half and the paint from them peeled off. We're nothing but porcelain ...

Needles are soft things, I think. They threaded my heart back together and strung it up in my chest after it rolled out the door, and I can hear them ...

Static from the TV sounds like glass might shatter and burst her eardrums. I bet right now, she's wondering what atoms do when they're overheated.

I found regret at the back of my drawer next to chipped china cups. I wish I could white wash overused things and paint them again. I drank whiskey from ...

I hope your weapons have been sharpened and shined. (Note, rated as a precaution) As I said, I write a poem, and you play off of it. And it continues ...