I'm not afraid of being dead.

 I'm just afraid of what you might have to go through to get there.

-Pamela Bone

Out to Pasture

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As long as you are useful, I will love you. 

If you provide for me, I will love you.

Here, take shelter in my (fickle) hands, they will protect you.

Yes, Eventually, I will discard you,

 but carefully,

 morally

(utilitarian bear)

and I won't look.

Irreconcilable Differences

“their heart grew cold
                 
                     they let their wings down”

― Sappho

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In our enthrallment with ourselves, and in our satisfaction with our ability to manipulate that which we posit to love: we poison, erode, and destroy.

Sometimes the object of our affection hangs on, desperately hoping.

Sometimes we chain her, desperate ourselves.

and Sometimes

Sometimes... she packs up her hope in a neat little package and buries it next to her heart, before quietly walking away.

We are only falsehood...

...duplicity, 

               contradiction; 

                                we both conceal and disguise ourselves from ourselves.

-Blaise Pascal

Human:

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We are intimately connected with nature and yet, almost always, actively, consciously, disconnected. We need the natural world, for all our forms of sustenance, yet we destroy it. We enact great laws, wide-spread campaigns, clever slogans to show everyone just how much we care, then we go home turn on two televisions, crank the heat to 75, or the air to 60, leave every light in the house on and eat our dinner off a plastic plate delivered to our house in a plastic bag (in our plastic car).

In the painting the main character is tied to one of the horses, his tale wrapped 'round her finger. He struggles to leave, she restrains him, keeps him, though it is killing him. At the same time as she is killing this horse, she gently cupping an injured bird, and staring longingly into the night sky, thinking about the beautiful natural world.

We are not to be trusted, we humans.

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This entry is cheap, and will be short-lived. I am four (4!!) new pieces deep, and it's making me crazy. I NEED TO SHARE.

So tomorrow, or maybe the next day because I never met a deadline I liked, NEW, UNSEEN, artwork - holy fuck, i know. Shut your whore mouths. Goodnight. 

The Truth

The truth doesn't have to do with cruelty, 
                                the truth has to do with

                                   mercy. 

                                           -Ken Kesey

Go In Flames

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 Sometimes we are destroyed by the people that love us most. They take their loving hands, set aside their gentle hearts, and tear into us mercilessly.

 In agony we clutch our chests and scramble desperately for a foothold. Minds reeling, we beg for understanding, only to be met with answers that don't answer anything at all.

A horse

... is at least human, for God's sake.

-J.D. Salinger

Yeah? Did you get that? My son did not... and my soul bled everywhere when he admitted it. I sucked it in, smiled, explained;

"You see, " I said "the horse, in its raw, unbridled state" (and I chuckled internally at my cleverness here) "is often more relatable than.., well, than most people. Do you see?"

Blank, beautiful, but blank, blue eyes stared back. I sighed.

"nevermind, do you like it?"

and he did. I Christianed him a horse, for at least that moment.

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