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Marke Johnson
- The Rocky Fucki...
- Last Record: 2013-05-17 12:24:18 -0700
- Joined: Jan 04, 2010
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Your kisses are snowflakes: |
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I do not know where I stand with you, |
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The foxes fly into the sky, and so shall I until I die. |
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On this field there lies a parking lot And under that parking lot there lies a story |
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The right shoe left, knowing the left shoe was right. |
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All of his letters came back saying "Return To Sender." In her handwriting. |
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Nobody knew where they came from, and they vanished just as mysteriously as they had appeared. |
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I thought this might make a really great chorus to a song, or else a tiny story.
(I picture it repeated with long gaps between lines, so the meaning changes each time more is added to the phrase — starting negative, moving to ambivalent, getting nearly nihilistic, but then ending with the hint of redemption. (e.g. "I'm tired." I'm tired of being tired." I'm tired of being tired of being tired." "I'm tired of being tired of being tired of being."))
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The floor, it so envied that all-mighty ceiling, |
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and friends in low ones. :)
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I've been meaning to add to the Shadow Collab and the Tiny Stories.
Here's trying to hit two birds with one stone - although I think I just grazed one and the other is in denial about being a bird in the first place. Sigh. Damn metaphors.
An illustration for aimeecanto's tiny story 'Silence!'
'He wanted to scream to the world how much he loved her, but they were at the library, so he whispered.'
The way I pictured it with them hiding behind a book and being surrounded by books, I figured that it may as well be in a Library of Tiny Stories.
"4 more?"
Pen, Ink & marker illustration on clay-board, then scratch-board techniques to carve out detail, scanned in and digitally finished.
Question: Do you think this would be stronger if I had 1 or 2 balloons floating away in the background, plus 1 or 2 strings and popped pieces on the ground? Thoughts?
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Like bubbles journeying through the sea The octopus wanted to be free He held on to four balloons And gently floated to the moon
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The little boy's favorite day was October 31st because on that day,for once,his nightmares were not the worst |
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I just need some time away to remember why I stay. |
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As I fell into the black hole, white noise filled my ears and the grey matter inside me began to fade away... |
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Map maker, map maker, make me a map. I look and observe but can't see. Make it one to one scale, without single gap: Every rock, every thought, every tree. |
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I've trapped your scent in a suitcase under my bed with clothes I can't wear anymore. |
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You have reached the edge of the world. Please stand behind the barrier |
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I waded in the pool of truth And then decided to lie. |
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We protect the future from the ghosts of the past... |
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for all the forgotten dreams children leave behind as the years go on
like creeping jenny flowers, the fields are endless and all attached to each other in endless vines. |
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They surprised the enemy by attacking at snail's pace
For fancypigeon's illustration :) |
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