Hello dear friend and welcome home. I am a contributor to and product of late stage Capitalism, so my goods and life are indistinguishable. I have, out of necessity, divided this art into a number of categories seen in the little black boxes below. Goodbye, go explore these things I have made which have become me. See my soul and then be me.
i am a chicken man/ i have a chicken tan/ from all those hot hot months in mississippi/ the sun burned and ravaged my skin/ everything felt like hot tin/ i did not question the heat i let it be/ i did not hide from the sun under a tree/ i embraced the heat/ covered my burnt chicken skin with a sheet/ my skin felt less and less like felt/ until i felt it no more when i started to melt
private sweetie pies pies which (oil stick on a very small canvas)
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