Two More

 

Electra Becomes Night

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Destruction then, Revelation

Horse Fathoms 

                                                            Night Bird 

Ink & Washes 

 

Ink and Wash

 

 

Our Youth Was Messy

We steal battered cars, abandon them by the river. We flirt with girls, flighty as leaves, hypnotize them with our moist grins, our too tight zippers, our hidden weapons of erotic destruction. Like a form of black magic, we nuke the night until it becomes day.

the river's dirty curl

digging up the buried bones

of old bluesmen