The Pusher,Outsider Hippie Woman Artwork
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It's dark
and there's nothing.
I can't breathe,
but I hear butterflies panting, whispering...
and I know you're there...
Waiting....
With the fix.
I'm tainted now.
Torn.
Thorned.
Breathless.
And then it's dark again,
and there's nothing.
Nothing at all but the butterflies
panting, whispering, dancing in the dark.....
8 1/2 by 11 on cardstock. All that colored hoo hah
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12 comments:
Ohhhh....she's so pretty, so very pretty. De je vu ...one that doesn't look like me & you, but really, she looks like someone...
...OMG She looks like me right down to the blue and yellow nipples!
Skinny...that's what we said...she started out a stranger and ended up so very very hauntingly familiar, but who?
C- I should've known.....the fix, the pusher, the butterfly dance. LYG!
lotus~ You are so beautiful! Inside & out! Lol, Pam & I sat connected via telephone lines looking at this post wondering where we had seen this girl before...who was she? where did she get those pouty lips, come-hither eyes and soultry shoulders?! We've seen her in vituality! P&L
And in soul.....
Glad to see you "guys" are still at it. The art and words on this site are still amazing!
Just so you all know Raw Words is back...sort of. There are some new posts, and I'll continue to add to it but those additions might be sporadic at times.
Hope all is well.
Brian-
Ahhhhh, welcome round again sweet bro! Thought about you a many! Listen for the knock-knock-knockin' on your door.....
SCOOCH...PLEASE BREATHE...PLEASE...
Are you whispering?
This is another classic and beautiful poem. The feeling of darkness and anxiety, then the "fix" and releases. And I see evrything you've written in the picture as well. That goes for all of the stuff I've read here.
I'm terrible with spelling--don't mind me!
Eric....because you know about the butterflies.....
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