Feed Yer Head
Posted September 17, 2010
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Sweating now.
¡NO TIME! to initiate a thought process.
∞(.I see you.)∞
FUCK routine.
I suppose I am happy here. I suppose I belong. Bright moments contracting dull.
Life is art and I am the artist. Crouched behind that big wooden easel.
My paintbrush…
A
L
I
V
E
…with so many colors.
So much FrEeDoM.
Mind racing (racing) with opportunity; fingers can’t keep up.
Perspiration via motivation. The cologne of accomplishment.
The paper softens as I progress. Happy mistakes litter the page now.
Along-with-hundreds-of-inches-of-leeway. Ahhh, leeway.
My brain seems…bruised…with numb surprise.
Cleverly disguised in white, I suggest, ‘Perhaps, a different wardrobe?’
BLUES
ORANGES
GREENS
REDS
Everything just sort of connects/blends/combines.
I’m left to smile at these results.
Today, I cannot STOP smiling.
All this awesomeness is making my face hurt.
[.Yup.]
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9 Responses to "Feed Yer Head"
You certainly deserve a round of applause for your post and more specifically, your blog in general. Very high quality material.
LOVING the randomness of this. LOVE IT!
And also? Congrats on your 1001 hits.
And…. Your road trip looked fucking awesome. I’m jealous, by the way. P.S. Don’t have kids.
1 | Nathan Marcello
September 17, 2010 at 10:31 pm
This has to be the greatest post I have ever seen.
iplaytrack1224
October 9, 2010 at 11:27 am
Why thank you…. =]