bleedpoet

Let’s face it folks, I ain’t no good at drawing and I need some basic shop drawings of the process I’ve laid out in this piece. in this piece. If you have any questions comments or concerns feel free to

Anybody in here still? Hello? Guess not😕 May as well use the tech for post it notes. Was thinking add some avocado to the yolk. I know, very menial, millennial. But I haven’t had one in a while, Got me

Where’ve I been you ask? Where am I going? How are your children? Growing? I get tired of games I can’t win Worthless tokens and relations barred from IRL I have my own little world To nurture. Sweated

I sit in silence In the cool glow, Having come so far From what I knew, Having so much more to know. Do I need the stresses? Who am I trying to impress? Just you I guess. I should worry more But I don’t

STEEM tokens can be exchanged today on par for bitcoins, making each STEEM worth almost $3000 dollars at time of writing. You can find the link to the exchange at Oooo, this one will probably get a downvote😐

“The chef prepares a special menu For your delight, oh my. Tonight you fly, so high up In the Vanilla Sky...” Sometimes life Crosses your path A beautiful stranger, Real and realized Sitting beside me.

The wildly imaginative and studious @themadgoat has released a awesome book of hilarious greatness. I grabbed two copies from amazon while I’m down here in Las Vegas, looking forward to rereading these

Heading back to the city of price, An oasis for riches and losing it all, inhibitionless and dated smoke clouds drift between the flashing lights over tacky carpets. The obsurdist opulence of the facade,

After almost a year of sitting around in my underwear getting drunk and researching the sick and twisted history of everything from Christmas to the Bubonic Plague I finally collected enough posts to call

The mothers roar Soothes the baby The purr like snore There is no rusing. Asleep at the wheel burnt out, worn thin by long stretches. This utopia is so cold in the winter time. Baked in a cloth interior

A mile north and south of the border A free global dump. Hell, even charge a minimal fee. All garbage sent. A wasteland leeching into the soil below. Needles and pampers Fast food garbage and rotten apples

My hearts not in it The bullish truth is the bear market The spark is gone Because the fire was fueled Burned out. I’ve been growing and shrinking Thinking and winking and linking my arms together across

Monkey Brain. Human Brain. Digital Brain. @⭐️💡