You watch the clock, the typical tick scratches the sides of the brain.
This thing. This thing called time.
A picture frame, the artists you seek to blame.
Dark martini, no fucking lime.
It is not the loves that you proclaim, but the true creations of disdain.
A telephone ring, a partner in crime, the key to the line.
Assign, Refine, [...]
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dirty ends.
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confetti excursions – 101.
Inspiration is key, hard work is like the smell of a spring afternoon, and well worth is found under the smallest of grey rocks.
Wide eyes of humble underestimation.
You can find me engulfed in literature, introspective misunderstandings, with many o’ strawberry candies set aside for the warming of those cold cold lonely souls.
Often a sweep of [...] -
the good die young.
This is a video I made using a poem of mine called “only the good die young.” and also imagery filmed by me.
This video was edited and put together by me.
Images include: my dog, my clock, my coffee cup, my keys, etc. -
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Mister Lover Man, you have a package.
Cheese is yellow, and pears are green.
Life is dandy, and you’re a pansy.
Carry a box, find me a fox.
Lovely money, and funny tummy.
Bake it, Make it, Fake it.
Yum, Rum, Gum.
Room, Groom, Boom.
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