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These things are everywhere, growing on trees and bushes. They get smaller, but are mostly this size. I just want to know what are they?? What are they called?? HELP 😥 😥


Breathe. Just
Reach into the pit of fire
and grab hold
of the heart strings.
Strum your way
through the beginning

of the end.
Lay down.
Forge your burdens

into your bed.                                                                                                                                           Let your body form
to the                                                                                                                                                       disruptions,
Allow your lungs
to fill with their despair.
Empower yourself

with the fear of defeat.
You rise,
and reach back

through smoke blankets.
Grab hold of                                                                                                                                             the earth
and crawl
through the grave you made.                                                                                                                 Move forward                                                                                                                                     and emerge from the red tape.

Had fun making this..i don’t think I’m done, but I like it.. It’s not a very good picture but meh

Self portrait with spray paint and some acrylic..i used cotton swabs to paint with

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Maybe two thirds of 750
wasn’t my best move.
Maybe a bottle while I waited
to move shouldn’t have been
consumed, but damn if
it didn’t feel good.

There it was, numbing the senses;
dying the extremities red,
coloring the skin.
The dead lips that kiss the inevitable.
Skin peals away from the
ignorance of a stain.


I’m going to start trying to paint with paint balls again. That way I can better my aim and make art while having fun shooting stuff!! Yay!!

Bright side to having a slingshot


This….is my baby. It’s nice and sharp and totally battle ready. No worries though, im not a total psycho I just like weaponry. I’ve had this one for only two years so it’s still a baby. However, it is so much fun to play with.

I’m looking to build a pretty nice collection. I don’t have much of one at all right now but I do admire people that do. Swords/knives are awesome toys.

They’re great as long as, you know, you don’t believe you’re a ninja/samurai/warrior or what have you.

Anyone like swords and weapons alike or not alike; or know where to find some cool play things

I was thinking about the drink, Tequila Sunrise and it inspired me to write this poem. If you’re curious about how to make a Tequila Sunrise, this is the recipe:

1.5fl oz tequila
3/4 cups orange juice (or to taste)
2 dashes of grenadine syrup
Ice (optional)

And now for the poem:

You can make the sunrise
Tequila and faux sunshine
Orange and red bloodlines
Layered from gravitational pulls
Marked with beastly eyes of the bull
El Toro staring you down
Smoke flaring from it’s nostrils
Suffocating you with fear
You drown
Squeezing your life
Executing your desire
Leaving it in a gas chamber
Seeping into the ceiling
Your essence
Noosed and hanging onto a lethal injection
Left until you go limp
And you fall into a grenadine river
Sticking to forgotten memories
Red clinging to what’s left of you
Regurgitating what you used to be
Blacking out what you’ve become
You die in thickened waters
And awaken to repeat your fate

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