Acrylic sketches
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conflictionOctober. I will have a place to call my own in October. Is there light, at the end of this tunnel?
Or merely mine own eyes, looking back?
Perhaps my work will carry me state-side, in time...
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Contemplating the boundaries of Paradox that behold us.
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Awakening from a dreamless sleep, transported through time.
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10 hours of bass fiddling.
0.1% of 10,000 hours complete.
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Atrophying entropically.
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A mould settles on undisturbed features.
A bed companion that elopes ones lungs.
Chokingly soft. Slowly. Coughed.
A trillion creatures where a nose once hung.
Vying for recognition among those that have none.
Held aloft. The cold metal sung.
A warm glow. Blossom's blankets fall.
Beckoning renewal. Passion might grow.
Or merely mine own eyes, looking back?
Perhaps my work will carry me state-side, in time...
- - - -
Contemplating the boundaries of Paradox that behold us.
- - - -
Awakening from a dreamless sleep, transported through time.
- - - -
10 hours of bass fiddling.
0.1% of 10,000 hours complete.
- - - -
Atrophying entropically.
- - - -
A mould settles on undisturbed features.
A bed companion that elopes ones lungs.
Chokingly soft. Slowly. Coughed.
A trillion creatures where a nose once hung.
Vying for recognition among those that have none.
Held aloft. The cold metal sung.
A warm glow. Blossom's blankets fall.
Beckoning renewal. Passion might grow.