projecting situations onto people you don't know and becoming catastrophically upset about the thing that never actually happened because you can't separate reality from crack mountain. a result of lacking from past, a result of lacking from present.
curiosities of a moody 21 year old.
to look at my art:
…(you) take pieces of everyone you meet. their cooperation is not offered or required. these pieces accumulate to build nothing.
maybe instead (you) should invest more time developing your grocery list.
Never trust a man who dresses well.
My Father’s Name is Marlon. Gas Tank: 14x30. Silkscreen with Lithograph Chine-collé. White Sweater: 14x30. Sugar Lift Etching with Lithograph Chine-collé. 2012.
Reblogged from artofjadealexisthacker with 1 note
I’m drunk and I like chicken.
I still remember
All humid in July
A night where I slept at your side
and stuck four quarters to your sticky skin.
They stayed glued to you for two hours. And then you rolled over.
