Life Lessons too LateIt’s on my hand. I haven’t a clue what it is, Where it came from, Or when it happened to move to there. It smells horrific. It is slimy And leaks And all it ever does is complain, whine, and cry. I should have used a condom.Life Lessons too Late
My Homeless Friends Do not look behind you. There is a very hungry hobo leaning over your shoulder, drooling almost pure whisky onto your fine leather jacket. I said not to look. Do not even register his existence. Ignore his rancid whiskey breath curling around the side of your face to cuddle with your nostrils. Ignore the lice jumping from his thick, greasy, vomit caked hair onto your well groomed comb over. Ignore the clinging and clanking bottles and cans that he is shaking before your face as if he wants you to add to his future coin collection. Ignore him licking thMy Homeless Friends
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Rockin out with my caulkin out!
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"the eyes are the windows to the soul" -Leonardo da Vinci
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Hey, my art may not be great now, but practice makes perfect!
...But...There's no such thing as perfect...
So why am I practicing?! ><* -throws down sketchbook and wanders off-
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