

Just a Manyou were in the room, with the others.Just a Man
blood hit your face – you were just a man.
a man stood, embraced his child – They shot them both, the boy first the man first They shot them both.
you had the guns, ammunition, the brain but it wasn’t your fight – you were just a man.
They began spelling words on the wall, in blood, in blood, in blood,
R – W – A –
and then the woman screamed, god is real! god is real!
a boy ran across the room, skin and bone. they took his head and chopped it i


Robert SketchTrue story: My mom is on the phone saying something shitty about my father while he is standing there taking each word in, something along the lines of – “He is an asshole. He hasn’t done a god damn thing for this family in almost a year” – when my father explodes, not the first time I have seen him explode, but necessary to point out simply because this time it was much more volatile or maybe monumental in a sense. He begins with – “Who the fuck is that? Hang the fucking phone up.” Grabbing at the phone he falls over, tripping over one of my dogs, which further ignites the situation, and then he leaps up and follows a motion of grabbing theRobert Sketch


Tape the WorldHe definitely stands out when he approaches you. It isn’t about his personality too much, he is a pretty apathetic guy towards most everything, but more what he is wearing. It begins with the bland but curious color of duct tape on his head. The hat sports the motto “Tape the world,” and was completely created out of duct tape. Continuing down you see his duct tape and jazz shirt, which he personally says “are the two best things to come out of America.”Tape the World
Then the shoes come. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that there was some effort put into those shoes. They are checkered black and white,


Living Through a DogMaybe I am being a little illogical comparing my life to that of my miniature poodle's. Although we are two completely different species, not to mention completely different dreamer's, I find myself envying his position in life; his status persay. On an ordinary day, which is pretty much every day for me, my dog of less than a year can be seen waking up late at the foot of my bed and walking over to the open bathroom door- the chances of it being open are a hundred percent considering the fact that I have five younger siblings, four of which are most likely awake by now- and plopping his tiny head into the vast array of open water, actually aLiving Through a Dog
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Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
for your lovely comments sir.
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Could it be that all those trick-or-treaters wearing sheets aren't going as ghosts, but as mattresses?
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i no longer wish to live
Love your gallery, gorgeous pictures! Keep up the good work!
Thanks for the comments on my pic too!
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