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Creative StatementI am the magic man studiously standing on the corner of every metropolitan metropolis managing a makeshift million dollar design. A collection of half assed ideas cleverly disguised as a handful of crumpled dollar bills stuffed into an acid soaked McDonald’s medium sized soft drink savings account.Creative Statement
I am the man with the mega phone phrasings philosophical pleasantries foolishly boasting a blaming finger at your choice and offensively offering a one way ticket to eternal damnation. I am a rancid rambling redundancy relentlessly roasting the backsides of every jive turkey that keeps on trucking tiresomely towards tomorrow.
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by ~maszek
The Traveler ivI am crawling on my belly for I have lost my feet to the road. Alone I drag my stumps through the muck and mold. And mildew it sticks to my arms and legs left behind from the beast of burden carrying my ways. I am pulling at the earth trying to get to you, but the distance between seems so obtuse. Confused by the weather, and the falling rain, I count the sand along the trail, every single grain. Deep within the murky mud I float slowly to the broken shore. Caked with earth and leaves in my hair I can feel the first signs of sprouts growing out of my ears.The Traveler iv
My fingers hurt, they are bruised and callused and my thumbs ar
by ~maszek
The Traveler iiiI have brittle bones for I am an old man. I have wisdom beyond belief, but this I simply cannot understand. I met a lonesome traveler onc night as I watched a Sheppard tend to his herd. The traveler sat upon a stump and played the most mournful fiddle I’ve ever heard. I cautiously approached as not to cause alarm. I stood utterly perplexed to discover he had no arms. Snakes replace his face, and he had fire for hands, a tattered black robe and a tail of sand. I stood terrified but unable to move, as the fiddle grew strong and louder with gloom. With every stroke of the bow and strings I envision, horrid places of agony and submission. IThe Traveler iii
by ~maszek
The Traveler iiI stand barefoot at the edge of a road reminding myself that I have no home. The fog is so heavy I can barely see the thicket ahead. Solemnly I stand full of weary and dread. I dreamt last night so vivid and real I could almost taste your lips as they flaked and peeled. Quickly I reset and catch my emotions, for my mind is full of desires as wide as the oceans. These points I know see are the end.The Traveler ii
To my left is a field with poppies running rapid and wild flowers stretching as far as the Atlantic. Like a sea of greens, and oranges and reds, if you stood in the middle I would follow as you led. To my right is a fright and terrible
by ~maszek
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- Current Residence: a hole in the ground called somewhere
- Interests: Happiness
- Favourite band or musician: Nick Drake thus far
- Favourite genre of music: Every one of them
- Favourite artist: Francis Bacon
- Shell of choice: The one I'm crawling out of
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