From the 2019 Collection "2222"
#222 #2222 #comedy #existential #gulag #jmartindean
Sometimes the sky is orange, sometimes it takes a purplish hue— mountains for contrast their dimen… and the light pervades twixt our c… and the light washes down mine fac…
There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…
The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.
Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.
When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home
Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,
You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!
As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.
Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.
At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,
Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still a shiver
Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…
Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him
Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath
I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him