Cold sweatHe gave up when he was sixteenish.Cold sweat
It just took one girl, who he'd kissed in his new car: Red, freshly waxed. The apolstry smelled of her for a month.
He worked in retail which really meant: selling people shit. Gradually over the
years, he realized how the clothing came from diseased kids in South East Asia and didn't just appear on the shelves which he thought was pretty funny.
When he was twenty-nine she died; heart failure, or cancer maybe he couldn't pay a medica
SNAAAAAAKESyou look at me and i look at you but we do not see each other. we are monsters, afraid of our own skin, walking a tightrope two feet tall.SNAAAAAAKES
“are you all right?” you ask me. i nod because i am frightened.
this is how it has always been with us. you are twelve thousand miles in the air and i am pressed against the tiles in our bathroom floor breathing too hard.
you wear long sleeves now and i want to know why but your arms are not mine, i do not have you.
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i found a nickel on the street and i gave it to you – “good luck,”
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Bachelor's in Fine Art: Illustration
Master's in Art Education
Professional Artist
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"Hard? Of course it's hard. If it was easy, you wouldn't be learning anything."
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