Resemblance

This resemblance
Doesn't
Explain
Invincibility
Nor
Divisibility
This resemblance
Shades
Humility

Sharp Cheddar

How funny could you be without me? Clear adhesive apoxy atop worrisome catacomb endeavors. I am marbled by defeatist attitudes. You?

Need that ant colony to vacate my sleeping mattress. Small ones, medium ones and other sized. Regular insecticide does not work very well. Sure, it's strong and irritates but only temporarily.

Perhaps the infestation is a living metaphor. A metaphor for my need to stop procrastinating and start completing my masterworks. I don't know how many more moments are available but this moment is indeed unique and important. Just like melted caramel lies.

Get the bullet to disown our presidential influence. Money fucks us over as policy manipulates we the people further and further.

Feeling absolute; uncertain. As sure as sure as sure as a turkey meat pot pie with huge chunks of knowledge. Didn't I mention before, ages ago, about how I had once been confused by certain passages in the pathos outlined biblical pretention?

We feed on dementia just as much as ham & cheese sandwiches without mayo. Oh I do know what I'm typing here! It is you, you that has no flipping idea how gravity sticks each individual to every other individual!

It is within fictional romance novels that we begin to plunder the teachings of our predecessors. Identity is another metaphoric derivative.

Discuss the accidental accident that is our nation. We are the (thee) successors of a generation of slave traders and owners. They used to beat 'em with big long dirtied sticks and poles. Some of 'em died, most of 'em cried and begged for mercy. But oh let's not forget how sweet and juicy and delicious the apples, melons and corn turned out.

Thank, thanks. Great, grateful. Abnormalcy, normalcy. Ease, dis-ease.

In the deli I contemplated beat poetry. Welcomed the possibility that I may have been a prophet in another life. Then I purchased a pound of sharp cheddar cheese.

Cheesecake

Take a slice of cheese slap it on a piece of cake... BOOM! Cheesecake.

Classic

I'm a
Classically
Trained
Lawn
Gnome
Who
Listens
To
Dead
Disco
Vinyl
Records
On a
Recomissioned
Harpsichord
What? Yes!
I sleep in an empty
Refrigerator that smells
Of mold ridden cheese
Doesn't Everyone?
!

Unless You're A Cheese

"Age is something that doesn't matter unless you're a cheese." -Luis Buñuel

Cosmic Enchilada

I'm not afraid. This cosmic enchilada is what we've all chosen to create. At times it can be good, at times it can be bad. But it is why we're all here, all of us. So do not fret much longer than is needed. This enchilada requires our cheese.

Pour the sauce on it as well as any chopped onions or green chili peppers you may have. If it tastes awful it is your own damn fault. Nobody should have to choke down a stale portion of the Great Enchilada. Nor should anyone ever, ever fear it. For we are It.

Portrait Pooped

 I'm taking a short break from doing anymore portraits but the ideas are still churning in my head. I painted five separate portraits of five relatives within the span of a week. They unwrapped them yesterday and seemed to enjoy staring at their own likeness. I think I will get back into creating a lot more abstract stuff. I do like experimenting with color and texture.

Here are some pics I took of myself. I particularly like the first one because it looks like the light is emitting from my head. Perhaps I will use one of these photos as my next portrait idea(s).

On another note, I hope EVERYONE had a great xmas! I'm looking forward to embracing the new year. :-)