Venus Of Willendorf Wikipage
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Monday, May 12, 2014
More poetry, this time rhymey... rap it outloud!
I bleed my arms around you like a moat in a siege
I lead a lovely devotional so we all can be freed
From sweet something of nothingness
Comes a buffering from suffering this
Life of loving and grieving, it's
Slowly weaving and leaving us
I feel to be a creed in a onesie of meat
A fusion of illusion and reality delusion
I'm the instant of infinity
The sin in me's divinity
The light in me's the night in me
We open up enlighteningly
Gently and frighteningly
Look, loves! See!
The love, we just must be...
I lead a lovely devotional so we all can be freed
From sweet something of nothingness
Comes a buffering from suffering this
Life of loving and grieving, it's
Slowly weaving and leaving us
I feel to be a creed in a onesie of meat
A fusion of illusion and reality delusion
I'm the instant of infinity
The sin in me's divinity
The light in me's the night in me
We open up enlighteningly
Gently and frighteningly
Look, loves! See!
The love, we just must be...
poetry is a good brain excercise...
Enveloped
in the room by all the space between electrons, protons, and neutrons
(etc,) as the space between electrons, protons, and neutrons (etc,)
working in fields of strong localized and weak cross-dimensional forces,
I and I listen to ghost radio of void transmissions...
You can even begin to fathom the dark side of the sun and the sunnyside up of the street cracked and running on sentences in a prison of words in New Balance in short shorts or really really short pants (she said, "you bring me closer to Donald Duck")...
I think yr apathetic but you really can't be bothered to care one way or the other, so I steal yr shoelaces and put thumb tacks in yr texty thumbs. Open up like a hand like fingers spreading outward to inward winds blowing up skirts and through oaks, cranking up the corners...
Be the best no one you can can!
You can even begin to fathom the dark side of the sun and the sunnyside up of the street cracked and running on sentences in a prison of words in New Balance in short shorts or really really short pants (she said, "you bring me closer to Donald Duck")...
I think yr apathetic but you really can't be bothered to care one way or the other, so I steal yr shoelaces and put thumb tacks in yr texty thumbs. Open up like a hand like fingers spreading outward to inward winds blowing up skirts and through oaks, cranking up the corners...
Be the best no one you can can!
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Shout-out to Jessica post...
Here is an update for ya!
This wonderful 3-person collaboration was a product of my friends, Jenn and Finn, and me.
Ink on paper.
This wonderful 3-person collaboration was a product of my friends, Jenn and Finn, and me.
Ink on paper.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
T-Bois Blues Festival 2014 poster design...
Done on Wacom tablet, using SketchBook Pro, Illustrator & Photoshop. Retouching by my brother, Russ Swaney, who made it look SHARP for us. Enjoy...
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Poetry excercise of putting my best two-word combinations together:
powdered
enema... obsequious present... perverse ordinary... street caviar...
jazzy feces... puppy nuggets... fairweather
infinity... better worst... splayed hills... concubine shotgun...
leper bomb... grandpa hexagon...
erectile incorporated... pizza pile... muckamuck manservant...
instant nascence... manger danger... salvation doughnut... buttermilk
spine... canned empathy... hamper judas... CEO milk... egg
blacks... yolk cola... limp roast... polka ham... tonight's
bobsled... blood's cousin... toothpaste condom... suffering
(parenthetical)... libido farm... stillborn orphan... mystical taxidermy... extra medium... intrinsic mozzarella...
Friday, February 14, 2014
Valentine's Day sexiness...
I've been playing around with my Wacom tablet and SketchbookPro of late. Here is today's tasty offering...
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