And then One morning You give up On your dreams But you never really do You just wander off The edge Of sanity And smile at all the Pretty dead things

the leaves are falling asleep never to awaken we should pay our respects

other than that I am a goddam ray of motherfckin sunshine

a summary of my existence disturbed sleep smoke coffee smoke walk coffee lunch nap tea tea smoke work smoke break work eat smoke disturbed sleep and on my days off work is replaced by either a) Art or b) abject misery and mystery of existence and trees and smoke

your gods are catfish

sleep didn’t stay the night it just fucked me and left

It’s uncanny how you can close your eyes and see all of the stars that made you

a cigarette away from the crowd

a seed I planted has grown & flowered so now I can mourn its inevitable demise and be thankful for its momentary joys Life

And the moon had a bit to say about it as well…

sometimes the moon burns too

the harvest moon we count our blessings

The days of witnessing strangers innocently stumbling into a room hung only with Rothko and walking out an entirely different person are good days

I am the chaos I deserve

awoken and calmed simultaneously by the white noise of rain

a little good a little bad a little you

art therapy battery 100%

Overjoyed to experience @michinara3 at The Hayward in London Also …

A photograph taken on a phone of a painting which is neither yet communicates in ways we only feel

You’re on my dangerous list

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