cold walks

where are your mittens, kittens?
i moved to this city for an education and all i got was this vertigo.

love is no light

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Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: B. Pour Another Icepick // The Mars Volta

I think I’ve become one of the others.

There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced lapel.
Punctuated by her becrepit prowl she, washed down the hatching gizzard.
Soft as a mane of needles, his orifice icicles hemorrhaged by combing her torso to a pile.
Perspired, the trophy shelves made room for his collapse, she was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels.

Bring me to my knees, tead the sharpened lines.
All my arms, bled me blind.
Faucet leaks in shadows,spilling from, morgue lancet caressed your fontanelle.
I’ve sworn to kill, every last one, every last one.
Panic in the shakes of the wounded, Panic in the worms.
Onto the floor And out of your mouth and Out of your eyelids.

No there’s no light, in the darkest of your furthest reaches.
No there’s no light, in the darkest of your furthest reaches.

All your dreams, splintered off.
Leech by leech, on this catafalque.
Anyone will tell you, yes anyone.
Chance had me setting the trip wire alarm.
Your mother flirted, with disease, when she skinned that costume by it’s navel strings.
Panic in the shakes of the wounded, panic in the worms, onto the floor, and out of your mouth out of your eyelids.

No there’s no light, in the darkest of your furthest reaches

Shock lest shackles free you, Volt face cons.
Abandon you again, I won’t feel, not this time.

Let Freedom Ring

I am not too impressed with these violent works of art going on - that is abortion art
and the mighty dog mockery
it still happens though - which makes it an interesting topic to want to document - to remember that it is real. It's just too bad it requires destruction - making it [in my eyes] unethical to do that to your body. I know it's just flesh but it happens to hold the pieces of your mind self together. There should then be care for the body - nor can it live without the mind.
And why would you hypothetically instill that onto another [lesser, in a loose sense] creature. We as artists should not perpetuate the destruction by the human race. I should want to rise above the horror!

also i have a small shop here

Hollow Invasion

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Responsibility

por::ffav act III!!!
crit day - satisfied as usual
getting some awesome pimpage here and here
i would love to expand it as well - summer [by summer i mean the end of the semester] is fast approaching and would love love to keep on the assembly. what i really should be doing is take advantage of the studio space in order to print more more more so that i keep posting throughout summer [the real summer]




control is now in a glass case on the 9th floor of concordia university's EV building [you know the really fancy one with the giant flower on the side]



april means more clouds. and apparently snow as well.



i would like to know when the philosophy part steps in - soon soon. there are some *things* which need to be ironed out first [mainly my own concept of personal identity and agency] which for now will be replaced with a million carpets.



my self image needs some work, but this is it for now. i'm not into telling people what to feel; you know who you are. please take responsibility for your own actions. please take responsibility for your own emotions. don't start or perpetuate drama. drink lots of water and wash your fase. that is all.

pieces of resistance :: flags for a vengeance act II

the hardest part was walking away from them. but as far as i know they are still there. i hope someone takes one. and likes it.

act III better be ready by wednesday. i would write more but my eyes won't let me stare at any one thing for much longer.