a new acrylic painting on 12x12" canvas.
I've been painting a lot on 12x12's lately
you may have noticed. Trust, me as monotonous
as it may seem, it's all part of the master plan
& I will move on when i move on.
ooh,
I just moved on.

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Segment clicked his eyes over
and woke to a smokey haze above his
face. He lay half drunk though now awake,
under an oak tree situated between a small
creek and a series of razor sharp bushes of berries.

Lifting his bulbous head, he felt sharp pain all
through his neck. Obviously, he'd fallen from this
tree he'd climbed the night before and fallen
asleep up there. A broken, lit cigarette jut from
his mouth corner.

A Flupo.
...the brand that never stubs out.

He snuffed smoke through his nose
and blinked,
squinted.

About eighteen miles in the distance was
a small city inside a smog shadow, sitting
tight amongst hills and a string on mountains
far behind, reaching the clouds.

memories of monies lost and relationships
shattered and thrown into trash compactors
hammered through his head all at once.

He slowly turned his head one-eighty-degrees.

He decided to walk in the other direction.