The source of Forb's undeserved self-importance.

[Forb]

I'm comin' over tonight and I'm gonna get some extacy and put a half pepper up your ass.

Wow, I'm surprised that didn't even register with me. I love that line.

Anyhow, new painting that was my final for the class I took. Here it is, tell me if you can figure out what is going on. I was rather pleased with it not being an abstraction, I might do more of that now.




Edit: Is it getting cut off for anyone but me?

[Lim]

It's huge and the space is everywhere

[Forb]

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This is a poem.

Part Two


Hornet?
Wasp?
Demon?
Citizen of
this planet
with a stinger.

Plastered to
the park table
with your own
guts.

Body flattened.

Your wings slowly
fade.
Mandibles
dangling.
Yet your stinger
intact.

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Turns out I hate coming up with a name for my poems if I don't do so as I write it. I'll take suggestions. There will be a lot more of my poetry posted here.

[Pratt]

How bout naming it Survival

[Forb]

How bout naming it Survival

Unfortunately, I don't feel like that fits. But I do appreciate the suggestion.

[Forb]

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Untitled

As the physicists
and architects
are masters
of what is

So am I a master
of what
is not

[Forb]

The Sun

Bearing down
oppresively
on anything
it can reach.
Only to be stopped
by anything.

[Forb]

Specular

Playing at being
adult.
That is what
some say.
You,
me,
her.
We're all still
there.
But was I ever
there?

Some.
Some not.

[Forb]

Time and place,

a day and a year
The next moment
will last so long
How long?
Same...
A lifetime of their own.

More and more
Need that one
Can't end quickly enough

The furnace of time
works both ways.

[Forb]

Sleep

is such
a distant concept.

Always exhausted
Physically and mentally
But my body just tells me,
"It's not time for bed."