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the way your hands snake on the bass
and the way your smile says that one
day you will be a family man. I get
crushes on performers as I watch them.
the excitement of yearning for the
unattainable. the curse of promising
to never kiss until you fall in love -all
we slept upon under the summer sun.

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gravel at night, thunder and rain
at noonday. mouths inspired by heat
inspired by lightning flashing in the
sky. storms without water, yards
torn apart, broken bones bleached
by the dirt, broken hearts, energy
colliding, changing but never lost.

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barking mad, your summer eyes.
watching you kiss makes my brain
want you back but my heart still
says "no, you will not be in the present"
instead: racing forward, loving quickly
dying slowly. finding unknowable
and unattainable heights with which
to tempt myself like icarus on the
skyline making only a little ripple.

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Tonight, tonight

Hey watchers, so, I know I've been pretty inactive on the actual art front recently. But now you get a giant dump of maybe seven of all the drawings I've so far done this year.
There are more and they might go up as, if the effort is worth it.

Otherwise I am fully settled into my summer skin, working for the Sierra Club and going to start an intense-o portfolio class at the corcoran next week.

What's going on with you? and/or what is your favorite thing about summer?

P.S. ANYONE WANNA MAKE ME A NEATO SKIN?