Forgot I Had This Photo… I Kind Of Love It So Thought I’d Share

found this old poem i wrote. i kind of like it and thought id share. feels like it belongs on my blog.

the peace of too much leans over me, grinning wide and yellow // not a threat, but a presence. // I walked down the road today and saw the setting sun in its blazing chalice, // saw winding roads with grass riding their middles. // I let out my arms like a sail on the downwind, // ready to be done. // relief etching itself on the mirror of my mind. // my scars are beautiful and hiding them seems delicately pointless. //  the scar tissue is a red reminder of loss and what my sullen brain has cost me. // it is a reminder that slashing and fighting and kicking gets you nowhere, only luffing // in the wide open bay. // at the bus stop I rolled up my sleeves and stared at my rope-covered forearms. // it was bright and green out. // I forgave myself // without letting go. 

working on a painting rn !! just blocking out shapes and approximate colors rn but I think it looks kinda cool

why does no one talk about how big kazakhstan is. that mf is huge

bye walks into the forest like a half asleep sasquatch

i still got time to grow yall i could still get taller fr

painting earth monsters while listening to the velvet underground is an underrated experience

why are there fake transparent pngs. what kind of sick prank is this. some kind of looney tunes ass bullshit. i run at the gray and white checkered background and hit it like a wall.

Overheard in a Garden, Oliver Herford

Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison in Folsom, California in 1968.