WHAT IT IS TELEGRAM
(from one haircut to another)

Dear low hanging fruit whining "Uncle," [STOP]

Make the decision to quit pining, jackass. For surface: anatomy of the shoulder blade or any various muscle to bone tissue therein. Whatever-thread-count-softness, tide rushing in and out lullabies, real silver on a tablecloth. THIS IS FANTASY. ALL OF IT. ALL OF IT. [STOP]

Fly over cracked ice or hibernate. We don't care. Dodging the tirade or not dodging it, but trying, right? To upgrade those glasses to a better focus one minute, a softer one the next. Take it from me, we are all sick of you. [STOP]

Fused? Is that what you said? Nothing to see here, move along. Because, listen, people don't want to see the darkness unless it's being fought. Heroically. [STOP]

Land this: People want to hear the voice crack ONLY if it's not broken. If it's on the edge of breaking momentarily, but really, it's magic. [STOP]

What it is? Scrap-junk-heart-trust. Grow up old woman. We are not thinking of you. We never were.
[STOP] [STOP] [STOP]

Sincerely,

Rust Face [STOP]

"human" Acrylic on Canvas
10/14/09

"Sexy light" for Joelle
10/10/09
Acrylic on Canvas

"Bored with Jupiter" Acrylic on Canvas 30x30
10-3-09
finished I think, will take a shot in better light but posting anyway