From the 2016 Collection "Nickels and Dimes" Artwork by Matei Tigareanu https://www.instagram.com/ma.tei/
From the 2016 Collection "Nickels and Dimes" A collection of Juvenilia Artwork by Matei Tigareanu https://www.instagram.com/ma.tei/
A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,
Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him
In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves
Think you’re doing something? Thing you’ve got some power? You can walk on coals, swallow poison and live, but who is at the helm
That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,
You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!
S, I gotta tell you, this sixty-five cents is worse than a lump of coal. I pray the remover of obstacles
So many things I don’t really care about the mail comes you know it isn’t easy to show that I care
Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,
To be a ghost is to always be aghast— To not know which direction is the future or the past.
With a sword karma sets straight what’s veered. By her sword does Justice dispense simply
This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—
I remember the hosts, the factory of structure, each angelic order sized with even number, cascading fractal
Like a distillation column, as I lighten so does my company, but it’s been the perfect quiet. So why cry violence? You can keep such good company
Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.