Look at the face at the end of my bed. Aliens?
Mrs. Bening give me a chance to explain my delay! I'm doing gifts also.
I left LA that time because of things i was experiencing daily . You didn't owe me any apology!
Sharpie has made up for the dry fine points. I need my pens!
In the spires of Hell, the spires of hell... so long, all alone in the well, then the spires of hell... The angels above you beseech you, and saw long ago that you fell, now that we see how alone you dwell, all we can say is that we wish you well, in the spires of Hell. The fire in your eyes consumes us, it takes me to a place close to home. I never thought that I'd find it in you, but now I don't feel so alone. In the spires of hell. ( This is a little diddy I wrote! I belt this one) I want to experiment a little with my voice but have become unable to perform due to the Evil sabotage of my spirit by the unwell.
Sitting, praying, and waiting for the bit of water dripping from her lip.
Sunglasses I made. 0°Ops gear is lit. Look into my eyes!
Do winds blow through your hollow chest?
That's because you are the open sky, an endless blue that will never feel the Earth quake....
I once stood on beach cliffs with a giant mask I made and cleared the water of boats! They made my day when they each left after I was singling them out with my mask in the order I chose them!
Feel love and let it win, hate is like bugs crawling in your skin. Laugh at the Devil, while you let God in.
Take your shoes off when you come inside or hell ride your pride and you'll want to die. Don't ask God why and suck your thumb when angels pass you by or they'll do it all again, you will never win. Don't say that you did. If you must lie, lie by a fire. Inhale the smoke so that you get higher, if it's something you desire. Just don't fall in when you see that great design, try to stay focused on walking that line. Like I walk the line of stars that will lead me so far. Jimminy the crick made my flock drool. So damn cool. Stay safe precious Jimminy. There are always birds around.
Bird I made flying high above the bloody scene!
Let your preconceived constructs about people evaporate from your mind and try not to overthink the differences between the things that keep us all going forward. Be eager to discover, not quick to define! Realize that everyone is experiencing themselves and trying to be happy in this coexistence. Be a source of love.
When someone attacks you, trust that it is a side effect of a war they are fighting in desperately, try to take pity on them. If you must attack back, try to keep some awareness that people who are hateful deserve to be pitied. This will bring them back.
She looked at me with a look that said "only he can tame the dragon in my heart!" Then she was gone and I was alone still on the edge of the horizon, cutting diamonds in my eyes whilst shooting laser beams out into space. (Because lasers cut diamonds, geddit?) I once had a deer skeleton í put on the end of a stick, wrapped it in mesh, and stuck feathers into the mesh and sculpted an incredible owl looking figure with the feathers. Owl on a stick. It got a reaction.
Allow me to remain here, even if only to be seized and put to use by the very forefathers who built these deep and hidden passageways. Allow me to walk with them until I become sticky from the oils that burn in their lamps. Grant me this, then, when and if I return, set me ablaze amidst the very tulips to which they claim their own homage, Their disloyalty forever unnoticed and they are unashamed, for here is where they would make you fear the butterfly's wings beating DOWN AIR upon your own face. Allow me to remain here, amist my stench, my mess, my chaos, and my craze so that one day they may leave us and we may forever more-be-rid of them and their great disgrace, and they may go off, forever or more, chastised. For in the end...they stick to their guns like orange peel floating in sangria.
Don't listen to the demons in the world or they will destroy your karma. Are they brainwashed ? The ones who are comfortable treating complete strangers some negative type of way in the first and most modern world because of misconceptions. It's hard not to laugh at them because they are so cocky, yet, believe things that are nonsense. When we are done, wont they be miserable for the way they looked at people they didn't know at all? Us actually good ones will be out of reach being blessed because we didn't judge people off of what we didnt experience with them. Sometimes "the hype", is untrue and people who demonize people off of hype lose the karmic advantage. Don't enslave yourself with hate. SEE people, Love people, Rumors become more like brainwashing but who is doing this? If you need get it out with afew wanks and put it all behind you. Good people will never judge you for a dirty wank. The ones who do are not good people. Good people judge you off of who you are.
I also had a white plastic mask that I just painted the word "hate" on the forehead in yellow. I'd walk around and stand next to people and just look at them smiling. People were into it. But my giant mask was an experiment I did with the attention of the public and it sobered up the hive-mind and they were able to get Jeffery Epstein right afterwards. I also inspired them to do something about real predators because they made a fool out of themselves thinking I was losing my grip because I dated a girl a few years younger than me growing up and was being treated like a predator about it, but I was losing my mind because of a bunch of my family being murdered. Me doing my art moved them and they realized they had screwed up and had to redeem themselves so the world got serious with predators and that's when they took down Jeffery Epstein, the billionaire who was purchasing underage girls from monsters for sex. If so fact-o, I'm the Artist who got Epstein. I AM THAT GUY.
Who are we destroying right now for experiencing what everyone experiences in life? Gaslighting?
Show some love to those on the outs. We never know what brought people to where they are at. Love people and find things out for yourself. Sometimes people get demonized aggressively because they introduced growth to a situation that was already in place. GROWTH!!
Whoever is messing with my website. Karma is a brutal bitch. Think what you want about me but even if that is the only thing you've done wrong Im better than you just for that.
KKaK
Here we are looking down on one another while billionaires and politicians have child molester islands they go to.
Honest eyes wide awake and open speak the words seldom spoken. While useless quips fall endlessly from bitter lips to only leave the heart broken
These guys aren't green. They are tannish brown. And super lovers.
What is really controlling our gut feelings? Or perhaps whom? It's obviously our minds subconscious thoughts, or is there more to it? The Collective?
Can't you see these arrows in my back? Or is it daggers in my heart? I trembled when they struck, but still held afew punches. My hands now tremble with the agonizing power of pain and death. Who would do us like this? Those who are lost need to be shown the way to love. If a man risks his life protecting children and is getting tortured every day because of something he put in his mind to try and help himself commit suicide then the people who are torturing that hero are legitimately scum.
Some are movers and shakers, some are relaxed and stay put.
Cutting diamonds in my eyes whilst shooting laser beams out into space.
Belly bruised and dripping with spirit, I found something simply because I could hear it. Belly up with an eyfull of sand, I found my legs on the beach but they wouldn't stand.
I had a few dirty wanks years ago trying to commit suicide.
Sure, I risked my life protecting children but after 4 relatives were murdered I had a dirty wank.
I was trying to get myself to commit suicide because I blamed myself because the 5th person in my family who murdered the other 4 and killed himself in prison asked me to go with him and I didn't go and I believe that's why he killed them. So I looked at some cuties bootys thinking that if I filled my head with dirty thoughts it would help me get suicide over with. It was years ago, I was 20. I'm 32. If you hear that story and what you pull from it is that I had a dirty wank so I deserve to be punished you are filthy in ways that a dirty wank could never make a person. Even if it was what I wanted not what I thought would help me die. I risked my life protecting children and that's something that is defining, not some suicidal hanky panky. Hanky panky police are going to burn in hell. If a man shows how he feels about those things by risking his life to stop them then you are a subhuman if you even remind him of a dirty wank he had years ago trying to commit suicide. Every time I am reminded of it I see my cousin in my head murdering my aunt and uncle and other two cousins, there is no embarrassment for a naughty thought I had. It was suicide. If your obsessed with a man's hanky panky mistakey from his twenty's after so much death on the conscience I would spit on your face and you could pay me for that but no painting for you.
