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Aenga

Something between and angle and an amoeba, that's where you'll find me. In the mean time, here are some distracting things. Some of which I made myself.

Posts tagged art

May 23 '13
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Jan 2 '12
"Somewhere between The Sun and Rain" (oil pastels, marker, and colored pencil)
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"Somewhere between The Sun and Rain" (oil pastels, marker, and colored pencil)

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Aug 11 '11

ashleymeller:

The Falling Garden

Installation by Gerda Steiner & Jorg Lenzlinger
San Staë church on the Canale Grande
50th Biennial of Venice, 2003

One word: hallucinogens.

Aug 11 '11
darksilenceinsuburbia:

Alex Mbugua (1958 - 2006). The Colorful Lady.

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Alex Mbugua (1958 - 2006). The Colorful Lady.

Jul 5 '11

A Long Time Ago

nothing is worth the effort and the effort ain’t worth nothing, back and forth like war we’re pushing and tugging. each hand on the rope, noose, ill cut your throat. but I’d rather just choke, listen to the air stuck in your throat. protected like a moat, just trying to stay afloat. alligators and crocodiles guard what you wont. no territory, no pride, won’t listen to what’s inside. acid tears are cried, burning through the lies. I can’t take this no more, don’t give a fuck what’s in store. it can only go up from here, or maybe not, that’s my fear. supposed to be telling a story, but all I can do is feel. the pain surging through me is all too real. immobile like steel, my mobility you steal. skin comes off like a peel. wish it would just end, lord, an angel you must send. can’t believe we’re here again, despite all the listening. all the hope that was glistening. scattered moments, shattered glass, strewn through the past. walking a fine line between your time and mine. I’ll keep repeating myself, over and over again. so angry I could piss on him. pissed off you could say. like every other day, you swore it’d be okay, but it won’t go away. promised it would go well, we wouldn’t revisit hell; return the life long pass, relaxing in the grass, watching clouds pass, our happiness amass. whispering softly, slowly, lowly. words are feathers, together, forever. can’t keep it, can’t speak it, won’t repeat it. slipping away, day to day, can’t help but pray. begging you to stay. curled in your lap. fingers clasping hair, tearing underwear. what’s under there; pandora’s box. memory bleached like clorox. can’t remember to forget all the pain and regret. pride my lost bet, after all the feelings spent. so expensive, won’t relent, like a million dollar rent. cannot be innocent, until I can repent. too scared to make a peep, crawling to a place where snow won’t heap. why won’t he, why can’t he? the queen and the worker bee, not how it’s meant to be. please call me baby. tell me to stay. make it go away. check my closet at night when you turn off the light. tell me one more time it’ll be alright. kiss me goodnight and tuck me in. remind me to pray, forgive my sins. join me in my bed, lay down your sweet head. the last super, I’m your broken bread. a heavenly body, words are once again beyond me. the shore’s of sleep await, now that light has opened darkness’ gate

(Source: emurgess)

Jun 30 '11
acid

acid

Jun 29 '11

Woodwork

pulled this out of my hat like it’s some kinda trick

whip out your wood wand, cuz bitch, I know magic.

never smelled better shit, peppermint.

what I smoke has a purple tint, amethyst

hits your face like a fist, jack bower couldn’t block this

but you’re so pessimistic, like a spoiled bitch who isn’t rich

although her life average, so can you can it?

all I know is that I can’t fit, 

more in my blunt, like sardines, I stuffed it.

can you admit it, you’re starting to sweat?

here, I’ll let you borrow my deodorant.

my momma taught me right and I have manners,

think cuz you got fists you brought a man here?

don’t touch me, i ain’t your iphone.

getting in my face like you want to fight though

can’t have the mike bro, it’s hot like nitro

from the fire that I blow, smiles flash at me like photos

you can’t stand my friction, might as well go to death row

make sure you take the back row, spits flying from my flow

I set up the slip in slide,

when it’s you’re turn you’re about to take a ride

to the very bottom level, sunk down like a pebble

the rebel started to tremble and now worships at my temple

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(Source: emurgess)