Bev And Carrie Based On A Vintage Sewing Pattern Cover I Found Online

i could be wrong (and anyone feel free to correct me if i am) but i think this actually NOT a painting but instead part of richard prince's cowboy series where he took photos of, then cropped and edited, malboro cigarette boxes,

(the version that was on the box on the left and his on the right in the image below.)

this was actually a very controversial series bc richard prince did not credit the original photographer of the scenes.

Richard Prince (American, 1949), Untitled (Cowboy), 1999. Acrylic on canvas, 90½ x 50½ in.

body horror? i hardly know 'er!

[my limbs begin to shake and i hold them up in front of me just in time to see fingers tear through my skin from the inside, hands emerging from my wrists and elbows. i try to drop down to my knees only for more arms to burst from my legs, catching me on my way down, not even allowing me the right to curl into a ball in my agony. i try to close my eyes so i don't have to see but new eyes open up like wounds in my face and neck. i fall forwards, reaching out to grab your sleeve as against my will my body finds new ways to change me beyond recognition, cracking and tearing as it does so. you can see it is too late for me, you push me away and run.]

no sorry i dont really use instagram, i can contact you via ouija board, spirit box, fluctuations in temperature, flickering lights, and certain rituals. i am also on tumblr.

i have three seperate times now gotten a bit drunk and then explained hyper-carcinization. one of those times i had had 1 drink (granted i am quite small) and accidentally drew a porcelain crab without claws, felt like a carcinization fraud, and hunted down another porcelain crab drawing i had done to make sure i hadn't also forgotten claws on that one.

well here i am….reading yaoi in the hospital waiting room again…

honestly i might be feeling depressed but i cant focus on that if im busy testing the water quality of local rivers

(two guys sharing a strawberry)

guy who has never eaten a strawberry: this flavor is unfamiliar and alien to me, like nothing I've tasted before

guy who has eaten a strawberry: this rings of sweet memory, rich with nostalgia

i am going to get the cops called on me one day with the amount i climb in and out of my own window instead of using the front door

here's one i found a while back while sharing a box of these with my friend, brought me great joy

did you know they started printing contrasting words on either side of sweettarts? like bold and calm, local and global, head and heart? i did not, so you can imagine how startled i was to look down while eating my discount candy and see this:

i dont know why id waste time boring myself by telling lies for the sake of seeming normal in a social situation when i could tell lies for the sake of seeming like a peculiar entity. why would i pretend to be friends with someone i hate when i could say “i hate you” and spend my time instead training myself to politely nod and say a random name every time i see a bird in order to convince strangers that i have memorised and named all the pigeons in my local area