he takes a drag of his cigarette and tilts his head back, closing his eyes. He listens to his wife blow her nose, and he thinks of the word "tamper" and how weird it looks written down.
he writes it down and squints at it.
"what are you doing, honey?" his wife asks warmly as she dusts the blinds in the kitchen.
"writing," he says, and he writes down the word "honey". How weird is that word?
"About?"
About.
"Oh, nothing." he mutters.
She sneezes loudly.
Sneeze.
"Oh my goodness, these blinds are so dusty!"
"Uhuh," he scribbles down the word "dusty" and "blind".
She looks over at her husband and sees his cigarette.
"Put that out, p
coke, smoke, and cigarettes,
flowers, money, and no regrets,
martini souls and silhouettes
of toned dudes and tall brunettes,
the homeless play their clarinets,
soft somber minuets
about nights they won't forget,
drunk drivers in their slick corvettes,
no wasting time, placing bets,
haven't run outta money yet,
night's heat a daunting threat,
kissing people you've never met,
hide from the rain, you're getting wet,
a time you wish you could reset,
all for coke, smoke, and cigarettes.
can't you see how guilty i talk
my yellow words
they fall from my mouth
like rotting teeth.
I only pick the ones that
cover up my bottomless fear
of losing.
this is the only life i'm given
as far as i know,
there's no time
to make angels
in the snow.
there's no time
to eat fear
and swallow cowardice.
am i crow
or a swan?
neither, i'm a spawn
of molded fruits
picked off a withered tree,
locked in a forest of no light.
let me be right.
but no,
there's no time
to make angels
in the snow.
Tell me I dance and pray for a reason
I'm not here to entertain you
for quarters and collections of coins
I'm not a cheap violin being bowed for
blissful enjoyment
I've been shrunk and stretched
and torn for what i'm worth
what this town is worth
I tap my dance on a table or two
Telling you telling who
telling them I'm so blue
i'd give them something
worth remembering
Tell me I dance and pray for a reason
a charity function for half the season.
I dress up for dining on doleful dreams
people have lost in their pockets it seems
They feed me at night
they feed my guilt
a structure in which my soul is built
I've been shrunk and stretched
and
he takes a drag of his cigarette and tilts his head back, closing his eyes. He listens to his wife blow her nose, and he thinks of the word "tamper" and how weird it looks written down.
he writes it down and squints at it.
"what are you doing, honey?" his wife asks warmly as she dusts the blinds in the kitchen.
"writing," he says, and he writes down the word "honey". How weird is that word?
"About?"
About.
"Oh, nothing." he mutters.
She sneezes loudly.
Sneeze.
"Oh my goodness, these blinds are so dusty!"
"Uhuh," he scribbles down the word "dusty" and "blind".
She looks over at her husband and sees his cigarette.
"Put that out, p
coke, smoke, and cigarettes,
flowers, money, and no regrets,
martini souls and silhouettes
of toned dudes and tall brunettes,
the homeless play their clarinets,
soft somber minuets
about nights they won't forget,
drunk drivers in their slick corvettes,
no wasting time, placing bets,
haven't run outta money yet,
night's heat a daunting threat,
kissing people you've never met,
hide from the rain, you're getting wet,
a time you wish you could reset,
all for coke, smoke, and cigarettes.
can't you see how guilty i talk
my yellow words
they fall from my mouth
like rotting teeth.
I only pick the ones that
cover up my bottomless fear
of losing.
this is the only life i'm given
as far as i know,
there's no time
to make angels
in the snow.
there's no time
to eat fear
and swallow cowardice.
am i crow
or a swan?
neither, i'm a spawn
of molded fruits
picked off a withered tree,
locked in a forest of no light.
let me be right.
but no,
there's no time
to make angels
in the snow.
whoa 30,000+ page views so cool wow omg wow
that means
a lot of people have seen my page!
or a few bored people have been visiting it a lot
i'm sorry if that's the case
but anyway! my teacher found my painting yaayayayy!
also, I CAN FINALLY AFFORD SAVANNAH COLLEGE OF ART AND DESIGN
for those of you who don't like that school, shh. this is my moment.
YAYAYYAYAYAY I'M HAPPEH THEY GAVE ME THE MAX AMOUNT OF MONEY FOR MY PORTFOLIO
I don't know if that always happens but man o man i am happy
i am also scared
but oh well.
bad news: i gotta lot of stuff i have to do today and i've only done like one of them. let me make a list for myself
So my art teacher lost my painting that I was going to use as a quality piece for my portfolio class
wow
I entered it into VASE because she wanted me to and I was like "I just don't want to lose it or anything because I am using it as a quality piece"
And she was like
"I won't lose it!"
buh bam and it's gone
wow
thanks a lot
It is the Normandy painting. I know it's not so great but I need 5 quality pieces and at this point I really don't care what I send in, as long as it's not digital. And that was one of the only few that I have made that's good enough to send in
wow
that's my luck isn't it
ugh
And my other art teacher was like
Gunna try the Doodle 4 Google contest this year and I don't really know what to do for it. The theme is "if I could travel in time, where would I go" and i'm choosing the past but not sure where I should go with that. Like if I should pick a specific event or just a time period.
I was thinking the World Fair but they had a doodle for that on the anniversary of that so...
I'm also thinking Victorian London and kind of drawing the time when the Sherlock series started and so I'm thinking of drawing 221 Baker Street but I don't know if this is like too specific or what...meh
Could draw 1960's or 80's but that's not exciting and I'm sure a lot
Hi hi, letting you know I'm using some of your harry potter quidditch t-shirt designs [amazing job!] for icons. I'll credit you when I'm done, and if you want, I'll even add them to the comment later on.