

EveSplit like an atomEve
launching from its branch into the muddy autumn.
The fruit divulges:
her hips ripen with sin.
Earth worries his grass skirt dirt working deep
into citrus flesh; it cannot be rubbed clean, and so it must be forgiven.


What I Found on Wooden SlabsGraffiti. Most notably "Class of '64" etchedWhat I Found on Wooden Slabs
into one forlorn corner, "September 10, '79 / Marc was here"
penciled on another, and one more which just said "1988" -- generations whispering amongst themselves in lewd remarks scrawled thick with purple permanent marker.
A remarkably correct sketch
of Fred Flintstone, winking, I think, at me, or at something beyond.
A swastika, a swastika, a large swastika, which was crossed out and connected to an arrow pointing towards "CHRIST WOULD NOT DRAW THIS!" scribbled on the edge.
| je n'existe pas |
and welcome to DA!
xo!
shane
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an antique arms and armor expert
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*DailyLitDeviations | *Critique-It | =TheContestClub | *DailyDeviants
Not For Sale: Fighting Human Slavery
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I live in the world of crazy. I rent out condo's! Anyone interested?
My reading load is pretty ginormous right now, but I'm going to take a minute to browse through what you have posted to see if anything strikes a chord.
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"I don't feel that I need to explain my art to you, Warren."
-A.J. Empire Records
encore, merci!
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"I don't feel that I need to explain my art to you, Warren."
-A.J. Empire Records
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We all want a part in the Big Conversation.
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"Are you making fun of us?"
"It's the universe that makes fun of us all."
"Why would the universe that makes fun of us all?"
"I dunno, maybe it's insecure."
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