pretentious art!

I bet you didn’t know that I spend lots of time writing nine syllable line quatrains. Its my inner Khayyam.

Originally I was going to write about something silly, but making it into a poem is a much better use of my angst.

Its a tired old theme. Anyways, above image includes a map of portland and an exploded view of a handgun.

just tossed this out real quick

You may have noticed I changed shit up over on this site.

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I like this one enough that I could see myself finally deciding to sell some limited edition prints.

When I was half way done, it really reminded me of an artist friend of mine, and it started to grow into that.

So in that vein, this is from a good part of me, as art about artists making art appeals to my meta-fetishism.

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In my twisted future, Abe Lincoln makes babies with John Lennon and produces the figure in this image, a patriot for Cognitive Rights.