Tilted and ashtray-laden cigarettes that have to ask.. for the shape of their favourite hand back
All advantageous paint brushes ultimately sidetracked and blissfully at first epic-ally pre-ignored – for how’s about now both inviting and equally igniting something altogether rather multi-diversified both purposeful inside of all of Us
This crying-shamed time – to call to bedraggled arms a whole wide vast and everlasting gathering of grandiose and alarmed Artists
Yes, those same sane and perhaps outlandishly unobserved few too many people who’ve been forever daring to stare …with both forlorn and identically far reaching kinds of upside-down enthusiasm
At the shuddering shape of their dearest darkest deathliest fate
Namely that of a prioritized, fast-forward and visionary portraiture-painting: Carefully crafted til courageously gilded both guided by strange-cast way of the introverted and ink-laden sands of their inner imagination$ –
Yes, those were the very same sane people that appear to have been carrying with them a speculative inkling from the very start ((of the heartbeat)) of the embattled beginning
This particular time – that to drag the messy laurels of its argumentative self to a point of purely creative b-l-i-s-s was to finally both suitably procure..
a substantial painting of painterly persuasion out of – now, HOW’S ABOUT THIS FOR A PIERCINGLY OBVIOUS SENSE OF BOTH PUBLIC SHAME WHEN IT PLACES EQUALLY ALONGSIDE SERIOUSLY OUTSTRETCHED INSTANCES OF UTTER IGNOMINY, as she shimmies her dilapidated and paint-spattered frame, yet st-ill, She will whisper it to morbidly say – “Something from absolutely NOTHING, you G-od-fearing motherfuckers put upon a worshiped and hurting E-a-r-t-h sometimes!!
“This is my land, my mind, and my sense of mime.”
