Sunday, August 28, 2011

Portrait of Death as a Crimean War General







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I don't got nothing to say these days.



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Namaste.



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8 Comments:

Blogger Maggie May said...

Sometimes that's just how it is.

11:11 AM  
Blogger Pixie said...

I agree with Maggie.

12:31 PM  
Blogger 21k said...

but even when you're silent, you speak volumes. Look at this art. Demons and death and war. You're a shivery. And I bet the flip side is joy.

2:05 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Maggie May-

Yep.


I owe you some art, I know. I ain't forgot.

4:26 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Deirdre-

why thank you!


demons death and war.


sounds like me alright.

4:27 PM  
Blogger Petit fleur said...

Hello.

Good to see you.
xo

6:58 PM  
Blogger nursemyra said...

Those cuffs are something else

2:48 PM  
Blogger LKD said...

Never did have much to say.

Kinda took after my father in that way.

Taciturn, some folks might label it.

Me, I always preferred reticent.

I dunno. Now that I've just looked up both definitions, I'm one in the same as are they.

Habitually silent. Disinclined to speak.

All those other voices always seemed so eager to drown me out anyway. Never was one to raise my voice. To interrupt. To tell people to shut the fuck up. And just for one damned minute enjoy a wordless silence.

Lately, I got even less to say.

This world has done worn me out. Taken away or in the process of taking away the people I most cherish.

Brother, thanks for saying nothing.

10:01 AM  

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