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Untitled,mixed media on cardboard;by ALMO |
untitled,yellow ink on black paper by moi intended as a flower but i ended up drawing a continuous line that soon ended and revealed a head that grows out of a flower and extends itself into a horn.reminds me of a black jazz guy. |
untitled2,black ink on paper;by moi well,this is a top...with 3 human teeth and 6 claws(3 on each side).sketched this while waiting at the hospital.it carries the same cold, sterile atmosphere. |
Almo and I talk about the war and prognosticate about how long it'll be before it escalates further.We conjure doomy scenarios and imagine the aftermath...I'm not saying we scare ourselves into submission or glorify the horrendous act that man has fashioned himself into(a literal siva) but rather to accept the inevitable.The alternative POV would be to expect to grow old and meld into the navajo nation populace with tribal jobs and funny job titles;move to a nearby city and visit the family every so often;or for the unlucky few,slowly drown`in a pool of one's making...Not to much of a choice,though the first two are good unless you don't fit in...What i'm trying to point out is how long do you think it'll be this way?There has to be a deadline. |
P.E.S.T. |
by Moroni |
Provided living,everything is life, another's plight is worthless reposess your noble stance, take it away how worthless are you? Living as annoyance and your bitching commotion, everyday's the same serving no change. Just because parents provide what they never had, foolish as they are breeding a newborn shit community your being alive,expect to desire your world;a word attached: "To represent it all" bounded by material your supposedly supreme over others' worth.Trends are a motive to live,others seeking...Attitudes naively gained,serving no human aim.Ask why people like shit need to exist, just because your bullet dominates it's easy for you fall,without convienence behind the front door. see hopelessness,capably are...shit anyway!fucking pollute it more.See the divisions,vicious cycle... now you see? AWAY fierce motion,permanetly spoken. |