In my big, messy family we have the ability to create humour out of anything, no matter how tragic. Call it a blessing. Call it a curse. 835 more words
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A Dark Delicious Revelation (A musing from the naked traffic cop who has since lost his fucking gourd)
You. You are art.
Every line. Every shape. Every curve.
Brush strokes. Waves of acrylic. On canvasses.
Brushed lines of Graphite and Charcoal. On papyrus. 1,214 more words