stretch to heavens, pierce G-d's soft belly!.
Oxen trudge through her guts,
Fate's ravens pick through the mess.
Find the Souls of soft dolls.
Pennies on eyes, pennies on eyes,
Rough fiber, purple fabric.
Climb that tree. Claim what is yours.
You leave us, you remind us that this world is ours.
We bring back the dead with sapphire love.
a poem for puppydoll, maybe its memory be a blessing.
i cried today. i made art today. i rambled to a man about art today. i was reminded that many men are pedophiles today. i learned someone i met died last night today. i told my friends i love them today. i went insane because of my wife today.
theres an entire philosophy of art inside me. i let it out sometimes. art doesnt save anyone. if it did id try harder to be better at it.
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