Just want to check in with the family. Thought I would share my latest commission and remind everyone that we can be hated and loved simultaneously for our differences.. be you. F/k the haters.
Hello people, thought this guy's painting of a owl on a Mimosa branch deserved a share and thought of sharing a story of warning to the community.. Once, a guy ordered 20lbs of Mimosa Root Bark from a... View MoreHello people, thought this guy's painting of a owl on a Mimosa branch deserved a share and thought of sharing a story of warning to the community.. Once, a guy ordered 20lbs of Mimosa Root Bark from a well known company (PrimeBark). Because the order was a large one, PrimeBark decided to send it from Mexico rather than from within U.S.A. It was flagged by customs. Because it was an over the border issue it allowed Homeland Security to get involved. With all their special privileges they were able to surveillance him for weeks before delivering the the package in a mock FedEx van full of suited up officers. Luckily, one of the cops decided to put blatantly lead the guys children into saying that they eat magic mushrooms. The report was full of vocabulary that the children wouldnt of known to use. This caused the guy's high dollar lawyer to check the illegal questioning of the children on the officer's body cam. It was simply so embarrassing to the County which the officer is employed that the district attorney swept the case under the rug by allowing the guy to take a simple gun charge with a controlled substance. A 2 year sentence in the guys state, which was only expected to be half fulfilled in the case of "good time". He just recently paroled from San Quentin.Anyways, not sure what the morale of the story was, but I hope it does someone good.. I'm off to paint now.Mush Love,
Playing blues for my little teachers. It’s snowing in May, guys. I love, live, breathe Mycelium. Third image is just a fragment of what I have laid out. Now if I could just stop eating them as they co... View MorePlaying blues for my little teachers. It’s snowing in May, guys. I love, live, breathe Mycelium. Third image is just a fragment of what I have laid out. Now if I could just stop eating them as they come in!A special and humble ‘thank you’ and shout out to Talent for mentoring me with a lifetime’s worth of insight to better my craft. It’s those little details...Mush love, Mush Kin. Have an amazing day, all!
When minds mingle.They cease to be single.Become juxtaposed and connect.The dance of spiraling souls intersect.Twisting and turning through all of space.Fast and slow through a temporal ticking pace.I... View MoreWhen minds mingle.They cease to be single.Become juxtaposed and connect.The dance of spiraling souls intersect.Twisting and turning through all of space.Fast and slow through a temporal ticking pace.Intelligence shared.Brains paired.Tightly held.Essence weld.Sapiophilia exposed.Sensuality arose.When minds mingle.They cause bodies to tingle.Astral bodies locked and clenching.Sincere communication without flinching.Musical inclinations of a rhythmic sensation.In tandem pushing and pulling fulfilling expectation.Pace slows..Intimacy grows..Emotions shared..Past repaired..Tears pardoned..Bonds hardened..When minds mingle.With focused acute angle.Experience comes to requiem.Exponentially grateful they may seem.Vocabularies searched to express the event.Summary into just one word….Exquisite.
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She's behind my eyeballs. Releasing my endorphins. Dancing with my soul. Waking me from a dream. Wishing YOU all a perfect day.
StarvationThe hunger inside itching without a scratchWill this feeling last forever and drive me insane?Everybody goes through this insatiable yearning?Maybe I'm just the product of a bad batch.Whatev... View MoreStarvationThe hunger inside itching without a scratchWill this feeling last forever and drive me insane?Everybody goes through this insatiable yearning?Maybe I'm just the product of a bad batch.Whatever the cause, be it physical or instinctualI wish it were pain so to be identifiedLike the word you know but can't nameHunger pains in the head, it's intellectual.So frustrating to chase the mealSensing vaguely the possible tasteDreaming lucidly within a buffetWaking, realization of what's the dealFeeling full with time to examineBlessed not for the filling sensationOnly for the knowledge of what to eatThe ability, the tools to fight the famineNow to seek out the otherKnowing well the loneliness deep withinSee them, feed them, offer your soulJust as I was fed by the soul of another.
Three Like-Minded IndividualsHow many of them are two dimensional? Some of the complicated ones, three perhaps? Don't they sense the unfolding of the different layers wrapped within? Fucking poor soul... View MoreThree Like-Minded IndividualsHow many of them are two dimensional? Some of the complicated ones, three perhaps? Don't they sense the unfolding of the different layers wrapped within? Fucking poor souls.. I just want to warp them one time and walk away. Like catching a fish just to say hello.. Then throwing it back to it's pond. Sure.. Its lip hurts. That piercing came with something mindblowing though. Would it even appreciate it is the question. So many fish walk past me everyday. Some live in puddles! Some lucky enough to explore the depths. Very rare is the fish that can fly however. A lifetime has come to fruition and maybe I've met three. Three that are free. They've seen the warped reality of multiple dimensions. What do they do with it? Altruism, charity, empathy? Fucking poor souls.. I just want to invite them for a good catch and release. That would be the get together of three like minded individuals. The solitary dissolution of time and space.. And a bunch of mind blown fish.
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