Mars the Phenomenal

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A million moments in one night.
Friends of friends of friends of lovers. The empty is the moment the bag hits the floor and the door closes to the night. Hard pressed to see more than the seconds of running, smiling and the little deaths. Teens on Halloween, the parties, the drugs, the troubles and the makeup on banisters. Midsize red and white finger paint...
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little littles of muchness

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Taste like poison, deep and rich. The dark matter matters as the only air I feel is the fan on my face. The skies little kisses splashing on praying eyes. Avalon is a dream and we are all but dreamers. Fire crawling up my temples and no end in sight. The feet roll up inside the welcome mat as the covers buried the man to...
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Painter files - New year and new plans

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Cold inside is a new feeling. Could chip off a tip and use it to cool my visiting fevers. Drop him in the glass for rocks in my whiskey. Drunk on the little steps as the ink is pushed out onto the stone. Making has this spike in it that you trip over and slip in on the way to falling asleep. Maps of creativity...
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her

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She is the rain and the sky is her dancefloor. Liquor drips from her lips and forgets the smiles of strangers. She is the best part of finding sleep and the hardest part of waking up. Most of her thoughts are deeply roasted in the colors of childhood crayon memories.

I forgot how strong she gave was until I found my self-locked in my shoes
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Cold floor boards

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I died once. It was cold and dark like a pickle jar in the back of a refrigerator. I was living in an old apartment that leched mold from the walls. Sickness grabbed me and wrapped around my heart. Confusion took over my mind. All I had was the paint and a radio to click on and out of the world. I lived alone waiting...
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dona:
@jaws318 A gifted person is good at everything. You really write very well and draw!
jaws318:
@donawhale thank you very much.

Wednesday

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I don't know sometimes, how I found my path. It was always mine, I guess. No one gave it to me. I didn't take it and yet it was maybe my birthright? That word feels weird to me. I have never felt that anything was really mine until my 30's. The world is the owner and we are but mere space holders in service to...
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glass42:
I know it's straying from the topic a bit, but as someone who loves macro photography and color, that moth image is absolutely gorgeous!
jaws318:
@glass42 I really love that photo too. The light was just so perfect. 

Painter Files Podcast ep 22

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Painter files Podcast ep 22 give it a listen if you will.

a million dots. I want to get a tattoo gun so I can make one million dots on a face in every painting. I want universes around eyes. To work huge is the occupation of the galaxy of details. No one hand makes without deep lacunas of agony in your bones. The silly
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lidryem:
So cool
jaws318:
@lidryem working on it :)

Thursday

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Years back on myspace I was called "intense". When I read it almost sounded sexual. I remember feeling the warm on skin against mine. Nipple on bar chest rolled up to my closed mouth to the tip of my nose. The line that made me think it came out as "I want to paint like I'm fucking." Picked up this huge canvas ....first time ever...
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