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Brain Sparkles: For Fear of the Father is Forbidden. Of a gentle soul, the existence of love, by them, you are Creation.

Stinky Cheese Man

The Once and Future King – Avalon
Stalking someone who employees you on social media should be as some have insisted: We do not base our criteria on judgement from any social media platform. When representing company time, the Protocol exists. Funny how people scream for attention on Twitter, yet in public they would be bitch-slapped by someone, I am positive and her name is ‘Your Mama’ because that is where these lazy brats live rent free, staging poor-mouth while ripping off the wallet of the one so generous to enable them to save for a rainy day. Well, you snot-nosed fucks, Secret is out, get a JOB and show up, learn to respect the one who signs your paycheck and shut the fuck up about what your boss is doing in his own time.

Glad they were fired. Elon is a very steady and calm Boss… because he is King. Period.

OH MYFUCKING – W.T. Fever © Out…

Dragon Shield Fly

Progress Update 06.16.2022 & 06.17.2022 © Art by Megan

Cardboard Paper Stock has cloth in the fibers, compressed. Thickness prevents bleed through and ripping of lines.

The fibers are from light eraser bumps, and the use of graphite versus my personal choice of lead pencil.
Best move is woven cloth to pick up lead, which leaves a nice light line for ink. Lines left too heavy will bleed the black outline. Solution: Use plenty of white and a fine tip number 512.
Or a Flame Throwing propane lighter torch. Or a Zippo.

Set fire to the Art. As if you were burning the hair from the arms of bears. Not a torch, but a real flame of love labor. X

Dragonfly 2022 © Art by Megan

Bring Out the Dead!

Tombstone

Part of the work also involved studying the historic diaries of the original excavations in order to match the individual skeletons to their headstones, carefully translating the inscriptions, which were written in the Syriac language.

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If that cart were to pass by right now, indeed after feeling like a bomb exploded inside of my organs, all of them, perhaps, yes, I would jump to die. Flesh feels as if fire were kneeling on my bare arms. Wandering around the brambles, thorns cling and tease to hold on and the struggle is reality. Letting go is inevitable, finding one another, again, knowing there can be nothing that can turn back the hands of time. This time, if you leave, please, do so for the right reasons. No exit just means you can leave from the entrance. Or the window. It is not a secret. Stirring up Ghost. Stealth and always in the present, never a day behind, and above all holds the key to the one who did, truth, solve many crimes. Never on your dime. Return to sender, this number is valid. Send the ring. -MMM