Rainy Day

This is from months ago, but it was one of my more recent trips. We watched Crystal Fairy and the Magic Cactus.

Cigarettes around a Campfire

There’s seven billion people in the world. There’s 300 million Americans in this country. And 10 million fuckers in the god-forsaken state. But there’s something about you, out of the millions and billions that surround me. You have this aura that attracts me in ways beyond my five senses can fathom. I tell myself a hundred times a day, these fancy clichés, to try and create a happier alternative. While you understand the physics behind what truly makes this 4,000 mile wide Mother Earth go round. You like downers, while I pull up any chance I get. You’re the yin to my yang. Let’s mix and melt together into something far beyond grey. No colours can match your smile and that spark in your eyes that burns like a bonfire in my heart. So let’s gather around the campfire to sing silly songs and smoke silly things. Let’s eat something a little funny and see what the night brings. There’s an empty seat to my right. Will you be my left-hand man just for tonight? I want you to leave your worry at the door, there’s no room for that here. Another cigarette while you drink your beer. Let’s talk about how our paths crossed, if they’ll connect again, or if they might have to part. But before we do, just give me a little longer to cherish this night in my heart.

A trippy write.

Like a true nature’s child, we were born. Born to be wild.

This is my latest drawing that started as a self portrait, and went on a journey of its own.

send help: in need of more vinyl and more weed

my veins are popping right out of my skin this flesh is burning up it's too much to keep the gears that grind everconnecting my mind from bursting and breaking down all the time

sinking in my cheeks one last time trying to scribble out some sort of rhyme

but this writer is only full of one liners trying to piece together a broken puzzle the static and the struggle back to the same hustle sitting in front of the same dusty mirrors looking for a deeper reflection a deeper connection

but all i can see looking back at me was your subjection and all the infection that suffocates my lungs with lies pouring out of my lips and eyes

but past rejection can't break this protection spell of current affection

as my mind begins to stretch and not shrink and i don't even think of collarbones covered in pink lines and i don't know how many times and how many seconds turned to months that i've waited to look into the mirror and see myself staring back

Stormtrooper

Do you drink to forget? Or do you drink to remember?

holycrimes

So my boyfriend’s mom bought me a Mindful Colouring book for Christmas before I went to jail, and I finally coloured in my first piece! I’m so in love with this, and it really does help w stress.

It allows you to fully envelop your mind, and forget about all the problems you’re having while you have fun and colour. Plus, it helps me create some art while I’m waiting for the warmth until I get back outside and paint. 😊🎨