| Back to my youth. I never got to fingerpaint as a child. |
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Super Tramp

She Ran Into the MountainAlex bites off the heads of soldiers and rabbits, their necks snap wetly in her jaws, stick to her teeth.She Ran Into the Mountain
Hair and fur gather in clumps on her tongue, yellow and warm against the bony roof of her mouth.
She flosses her teeth with lengths of barbed wire, spits blood and grayed mucous onto her feet.
Her veins are like wires, blue and bending against bone. They cross and twist into knots between her knuckles.
Once, she tasted like the sugar rot of compost; thick and fermented, a sticky slime clinging to my fingers.
We sat in her attic bedroom on hot Fr
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Ruling the world one pencil and tattoo at a time....
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Ruling the world one pencil and tattoo at a time....
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Ruling the world one pencil and tattoo at a time....
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"Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing" - Dali.
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"Gimme some OJ I stuck the wrong end of the paintbrush in my mouth" - yours truely.
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
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Drew was here!
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