Holy crap, its been a while! Need to make art, need to make art...
I haven't really made anything, actually. Just a few sketches here and there. I miss my deviantart addiction.
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I was picking dandelions from next doors backyard and thinking
love is not just Luke-warm organs grinding together,
or having somebody at the other end of a telephone line
approximately sixty nine percent of the time,
or lottery tickets and movie screens with a ring on a forth finger.
Love is a gasping-for-breath twenty thousand foot freefall,
or 120miles per hour on the motorway and four hours on an airplane
to see your smile, with my chest ripped open and neck cracking
more than usual. Love is hands on face on lips on cheeks,
love is on the inside of our eyelids, on the inside of our veins,
we can't dig deep enough to get at it with silver tea spoons
and kitchen knifes on our own.
Love is discovery, love is kissing head-tops, love is shovelling out black heart cells
and licking them clean. It's stomping on my toes with a nudge stick in its hands and a squeal in its voice
saying - stop avoiding, stop the excuses, and for God's sake, stop being scared.
Then love laughs and pretends to