To assert into posed images of fame. The vile intollerant praised conviction to endure. Not the easy implemented element of danger. A liaison’s vane portrait.
Back at the funhouse baby!
The weird sentient celestial being. To an incursion of time the improbable venture of pride appears evident. None of the above. An insisted fortunate clown posed the improperly educated distance of saturated disgust. The polite adoration.
Derived of a dead spider.
The leniant stare. A fictive rational care. The epical dead face. These patterns came out of a dead spider. More will follow.
Sorrow in admiration.
Figured whence. The shifty gaze of wind. Who can paint wind?
Another self portrait
This is a profile of me. I am not smoking on this picture. I will later layer it with random photoes.
This is a combination of me and several other faces. The face is not directly pasted or stuck to the screen, in a manner of speech. More accurately it appeared as a result of many photo masks. Looks like a chef no?
Self portrait
This is what I done today. I feel like such a cheat. Later on I’ll begin using my drawboard.
Two faced
The title explains itself.
Wild tendencies
The contained relief. A parody of tidal waves. A cloud is my memory.
Fierce like an uncut diamond. The rational conman’s idea of freedom. Purity of soul.
Private aureola.
Soul traders. What is behind me. The advocated memory of mist. To a dear. A picture sinking in. The wasted timeless apology. Sinister but blind. The infamy of careless confessions. In a sentimentalist frameset vision the clouds are empty. Scarce silent attributions of thin air. The accustomed to fatalist adventures. No reason to leave. Indeed we all belong to the proprietor. A wounded hart. The realised supposition of leaves. Fashion at the gates. The prolonged honesty in deceit. Rememberance. A certain dread of conviction. The reattained costumes of judgement. A posture of vengeance. I read of thus. Linear Freudian tendencies. The property of thieves. As silence weighs puny disdain upon the all too clear. We are all blind. Ideomatic shadow release. The pious portrait of crime. To a door held suffocation the myth of appearance before law leans on me. Twats sudden scheme of lies. The ignorance of latter panic. Their vile distress. Gray moon clever. Cleft of dishonest attempts to refigure relief. Feigned laughter and the cushion holder. Critters wake on the horizon. A bird flies away. A token wildcard the enigmatic scare of wind. Buried illiterate. Show-down painted relics of the blind. The weak eulogy of vindicate moons. A mist rain. A hymn of dainty days daze and the immoral kiss of death. To dream of sleep. The mighty appraised convolute in gates. The dive of pearls. To an immense fraction of litigated lights the only way out is in. The prosperity of smoke. The petty adoration of eyes. A cliff of red dust. In passionate poverty the conveyed stars relive beauty. A filed sustained toll of reliance. In the shade of an umbrella the scattered winds feign. Resolved demnified rats relive their pasts and fortunate inmates pray. An house built on rock. The construct of enemies. A faint symphony of bullets.
The covert featherhead of peace. A dialect shoe. No clowns may cry. In an instant the rain washes. To a certain grave extent the effect of abused bytes contain value. A friction cloud plays outside my windowsill. The detention of leaves. To go where my shadow takes me.
The swift cry of wind. What adorations flocking advice fled the ceremony. To make a stand against death. Appearantly in luck the sway of leniant pride’s shoulder to cry on. The mark of lice. The worm of dirt. A collapsed centennial swarm of shame. Shattered independently upon the likes of giants. I wept and felt small.
Honesty prevails
The apology of such. I regret to inform you I have leased the beast in me. The male stereotype maniac. A sociopath without rescemblance. I seek not but to be the best.