The Pen and The Wind
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a beast has groped the sun
an opposable cat bends thumbtacks
on car-rides; he collects speed
as hogs take him over the mountainonce perfected...
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We Are ...
It was spring. If you had a wall calendar you’d have just turned it to May 2010, revealing yet another image of cute puppies, or kittens,...
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A GPOY, in which it is revealed that Jen has clavicles.
In all my time on Tumblr, I’ve noticed there seems to be a major fixation bordering on... -
Cruddy drawing wherein I continue to complain about ‘cat on head’ syndrome.
On comet trails does whimsy flies by,
Leaving a black trail in it’s wake,
Corralled failures glint as a reminder,
While hope, love, and humanity,
Drowns at the bottom of a chlorine sea,
With daggers in your eyes you look skyward,
As the faithless moon refuses to show it’s face,
You’re left wanting another glimpse,
You want a comet to appear,
For the hope to fly away,
To a less cruel planet.
