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#144

good stuff mj!

I just found a poem I wrote a year ago and have been missing since. Holy shit, it’s so inspired. I went canoeing and ended up finding this same island that me and a friend got caught on in a storm when we were about 13 (it’s in the shape of a teardrop). I remember when I found this island the second time, I was baffled because of that alone, not to mention that it was such a beautiful day, and I just so happened to have a pen and paper and started writing what I think is the best thing that I’ve ever written.

Teardrop Island

Shadetree near the ripples,
Waves flow then collide.
The clouds above, they mimick
The breeze a shorebird rides.

The roots of shadetree penetrate
The ground and then subside.
I sit on them and gaze around
Among the dragonflies.

The wind picks up and sends
The water into spins.
Mountains of fluids rise
And then subside again.

As Turtle basks and ponders
Across the lake from me,
I watch him as I do the same
In our little sea.

The moss on roots below,
Remind of a storm long ago,
But that has passed and I am here,
On my island aboard the flow.

#145

^you write like Japhy Ryder from Dharma Bums

#146

Thanks?

#147

read the book!

read it!

#148

Which one do you kids like better?

This one is a tracing of one a sticker I got on eBay. I scanned it into my computer before I used it incase something happened putting it on and it got ruined. I plan on making some more stickers for myself, or maybe anyone else who wants one.

This one is a tracing from the one that was actually on Garcia’s guitar. I found a pic of it online and made this, which is the exact replica of it.

These are just rough sketches, not sure which one I like better…

#149

mi hablo numero dos. adios!

#150

maryjo, your art is great! i’m too lazy to post the pic i liked best but it was the painting of what looked like a pale, female face that was “melting”. very nice stuff ; )

#151

Where is his brother?

#152

In the tub.

#153

Shirley Temple!

#154

#155

This is the beginning of a ditty about a weird occuring dream I’ve had throughout my days as Justin Little of Earth. I just began writing it a couple days ago. I like the consonance and alliteration.

Melismatic flock of flies flys by.
I listen to it’s wings’ low cries.
Terrapin of the sea, he sees me.
I listen to his songs of glee.
“To keep the snakes away,” he’d say,
So we could enjoy, remainder of the day.
The snakes uptake with heavy rakes
But flee and flake at notes that Turtle makes.

#156

Here’s a poem I wrote. It was recognized as a semi-finalist in the William Faulkner Writing Competition this year.

Peck of Dirt

Rejoice my soul! Spring from the earth.

#157

^Good shit, Shay.

#158

A pic i took!

#159

Hey!

I have those same…ice trays.

#160

Target?

#161

^
I don’t remember. Possibly.

I can’t imagine any other retailer stocking blue ice trays.

#162

some logo with me initials done for art in school…

color/black

#163

some shit i wrote when i was feeling pensive one night…

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