Crumplestop

...unleashing one of my self-portraits here. Not that I am into myself or anything, just thought that this one spoke volumes of my life - recently. Enjoy, kiddos.

Peace, and pieces.

Sccrruff

I just said to my ma - "I'm gonna go out and smoke, and do some art and shit."

She heard, "I'm gonna go out and smoke some hard shit."

BAHAHAHAHAHA!

Sccrruff

...though I still do it. I need a forum for my artwork - my words - my life, so I always come back to LJ. LJ has a tendancy to make me feel at home. I always know that I can speak here and not feel shunned. I am always comfortable posting here - and always at rest giving breath to spoken word here:

I, formed boy
Can marvel at dance in here.
My brain can revel in joy.

I, determined,
Can swallow love and form fear, in here -
My troubles turn wake into soil.

I, a chandelier -
Can reach into dark corners in here,
Giving hope to my friends who live - giving hope to those in veneer.

I, with thought -
I miss those fuckers in here,
Though - with luck - I've not lost a man-damsel this year.

I, in here,
Can be happy with what and whom I hold dear,
Into next I can hope to be shining, and shined-upon - loved and shed-light upon, coveted? coerced? completed? candied? winked-at? blinked-upon? cheated? brandied?

Next year, find me in here.

CHOW BOX. And have fun with it, hopefully. I don't wonder, it just doesn't happen.

Life plans things:
Random swings;
Things to elutriate slight dings.
Pings, dank jingles,
Singles -
One solemnization of speaks to
Produce slips on shingles.

If you were able to see the rooftops
I stand upon, dance upon,
Lay my prequels on,
Maybe you’d plan
To embed your life in mine -
Save all of us time
In our seemingly endless quest
For what is sublime.

Meet me.
Please stand on the ’X’
In this quest.

I pray you enjoy the hex.