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Published: 2006-06-12 21:32:55 +0000 UTC; Views: 818; Favourites: 15; Downloads: 67
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This drawing is for Patrick [link] and his poem. [link]It took me sometime to feel what I really want to draw.
His inky capβs a muffin lid for proprietary say-so. A mayfly fucks and dies, but MEGALOPOLIS is forever. Diamonds like silken
getas strewn atop a cobblestone way that sputter in their mezzo piano voices. Submissive carbonate takes in only light (a facade
for happiness; she canβt yet hold gemmed space in her palm.
High (a little pot
But mostly residual
Childhood innocence)
Low (ground; zero;
The point where x
Crosses y on a plane
Her (h)(l)umps are bounding Catholic molehills. She collects larvae in her ovaries like fine wines not to be wasted; her
Sauvignon Blanc is as sterile as a glockenspiel but no one tells her not to love. I sometimes dream of a Mesopotamian street
where dirtied sandal straps blink like dusty fireworks. I just remember I loved the city.
Single digit bindle stiff
A pipe, a light and a
Minx wrapped up in clothes
Twin turntables rotate
Eastward for a solemn
Allaha Ismarladik
2006
Thank you Childrenofthedamned for composition inspiration. [link]
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Comments: 7
DrowningByWords [2007-05-29 03:48:06 +0000 UTC]
this beautiful drawing continues to amaze me
and as been featured in my latest journal
[link]
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cogwurx [2006-06-13 14:07:02 +0000 UTC]
I like the sense of patience in this. I think the buildings need to be bit less sketchy.
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