Last call of the ultimate party, the party of life, the party of death! Either way, it’s never a pretty site when you hear “last call” being shouted! No one wants their party to end. Golden trumpets blare their songs from the heavens keeping the party alive! Everyone is alive! Even the non-living will rise and join the dance! Until one more “Last Call” is shouted, the festival will go on!
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It’s difficult to express what this piece means to me because I haven’t quite bonded with it just yet; having finished it the morning of the exhibit’s opening. It sometimes takes me, as the artist, a while to connect with the work because of the quickness of which I create them. The inevitable bond will come as it surely always does. It’s a fun and curious painting and I’m interested to see how people respond to it, being that it is different from the rest of this collection. Also this painting has no top or bottom, it’s hanger-dexterous.
Reverence is served swift, carried out with a seemingly playful yet, reckless abandonment. The blow from the big stick after a soft walk will put you on your back rather than back on the path to salvation. It will remind you that only the best of religions will judge you fairly, so choose wisely before you succumb. Believe in the faith that you have chosen correctly with your fellow followers because salvation is the ante. Only one religion can be the true religion, correct? Have you chosen correctly? Remember, not choosing is still a choice in the afterlife! And for those who haven’t chosen, Prey!
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Little paws fastened to the collar, feigned indifference; almost bored and needing adventure like hip-hop needs bass! If life isn’t mentally challenging enough then life isn’t worth the trouble. Pinch me, pierce me, and make me think! Make me alive! Otherwise, I will grow bored and do some really strange stuff! Make me feel you!
Even the weakest of wizards know that strength doesn’t always come from power but from strong alliances! It’s the wise wizard that knows to seek the power of the Seeing Eye; the eye that sees you when you’re most desperate and most especially when you don’t want to be seen. This is the “seeing eye” that observes you at your lowest of lows without judgment. Possibly because it always remembers your triumphs as well!
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I haven’t seen one yet, not a dancing one, not a pink one, but I have on several occasions drank well enough that I thought one may appear! I searched everywhere! I really wanted to see one… but no such luck! I decided to take the matter through my own hand and create the vision myself. He’s still a little abstract and somewhat unclear but if you consume an adequate amount of alcohol, you too can see him plain as day! The sober have a hard time seeing Pinky but children (sober of course, I’m no maniac), can see him as clearly as the intoxicated because kids have the clearest vision. Maybe Pinky is a reminder of a lost childhood– a time when laughter was innocent, when we were free and inspired by everything around us, before life reminded us to behave like good boys and girls in our surroundings. Pinky is a throwback to a time when seeing him was a good thing, maybe.
This little terror did not start out with blue eyes. Many times when I paint I will mentally digress from the road, adding or subtracting elements as I progress. Nearing completion, without a title, this song played; Behind Blue Eyes is sung from the point of view of a faux villain named Jumbo. The song is a first-person lament from Jumbo, who is angry and full of angst because of all the pressure and temptation that surrounds him.
“When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes”
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History reveals that the word “crow” has long been synonymous with “despicable predator”. The crow has a special distinction in the United States. During World War II, it was designated as an enemy of the American public and was subject to a widespread propaganda campaign that stated that the “black bandits” were robbing the nation’s farms of grain. Maybe they were just misunderstood? Nevermore!
Le dije a la luna, me duele la memoria.
De un Amor, que regale, mientas sangraba tus cicatrices.
Corrían las gotas por mi dedos, a besar la lengua azul de la playa.
Devoraste mi sed.
Seguía rascando mis venas pero nunca le encontré un pulso.
Tu pedestal de arena, difumino las yemas de luz que nació en mis ojos.
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It was a solemn night.
The type you walk for meditation and enjoy the twilight light dew.
I went for a drag
Eyeing him on the corner sucking on life.
Cottontail, devouring, crimson and unsatisfied appetite.
The hairs on my neck stood.
I let him bleed out and take the life away.
He is full of ticks and treats,
A sugary bite and its’ your deceit.
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Aces out, hidden cards abound, bottomless bubbly flows bottomless like coffee from a late night diner! Let the bones roll and the diamonds glimmer like mirrors because soon blades will be sharpened, techniques honed, beauty will become deadly and friend will inevitably become foe. To the victor goes the spoil along with every other spoil that accompanies it! Will you spoil or will the temptations unravel you?
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The haunted heart is a mysterious thing. It’s not broken; it’s never in love, and it has the ability to capture innocent hearts randomly and with hardly any regard for the hearts owner. Never completely satisfied, it’s selfish and yearns attention. And it’s voracious in its appetite for attention. All is never enough and it usually leaves wake of despair behind it, like a monstrous tornado always looking ahead, never behind. I’ve been exposed to countless hearts like this. Its no fun, you offer love, which they gladly accept but never return. You shower them with affection, which they gobble up entirely like a starving dingo! You think each time will be different if you just love them a little more, but their appetites are bottomless. You can’t do anything with a heart like this but run, run far and fast and maybe you can outrun spell of the haunting, if you’re strong or just lucky enough, so RUN!
The Golden Kitty is a mythological artifact that all women, and some men, are rumored to possess. Not all bearers realize the potentials of Kitty’s power and fewer still know how to properly wield it! To the bearer it grants the ability to capture the souls of others despite any of their own flaws. Victims have been known to turn their back on all other personal comforts after mingling with this powerful vice. Friends, family and personal wealth become secondary. Affection from the host of the artifact becomes the one driving force in a person’s life!
Peebles incrusted in her knees
A string of bones around her neck.
Her penetration gaze, hallow.
Her touch leaves calluses on my skin.
A curling.
Smirk.
Surfaces.
She stayed lying on a bed of roses
Thorns piercing her skin,
just the way I like it.
I licked the blood of her thighs
Do they taste of betrayals and lies?
Useless carcass riddled with promises.
Festering rage bubbles in my intestines.
I coil in agonizing pain.
She held me tight, I felt you instead.
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The evening sun bathed in liquid stars.
The smell of rioting flesh and festering intestines encircled the bar.
Death sat and played a pulse-less tune on his guitar.
He sank his feet into the earth daydreaming of rolling hipsters and blazing flings.
He paints his notes with absent strings.
Idle visitors pay in beating veins while listening to their loneliness shudder on blinding streets
The bartender burned alive, serves bourdon while his skin peels from his left cheek.
Carving holes in their stomach, the stinging sweeten in purgatory
Death played until his bones disintegrated and left the innocent tortured by muted imagination.
Has your song is played and death’s alluring smoked is inhaled, unafraid
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