heART MUSEum

Skullpture

If your going to dig your grave with a knife and fork….Do it right the first time….

Pretty much sums up my teenage years…

(Source: explodingdog, via lovelinsey)

Like watching a dancing flame though a moths beating wings

WHAT……THE…..F*%$!?………

Sleepytime Gorilla Museum

 Phthisis 

The future sticks out its tongue
in the eyes of the gentle past
It fears its own demise but knows it cannot last
This momentary throne
precariously formed from its ashes
It takes the time we thought was ours below to be reborn
Throw us away like a stack of old paper
Learn not from our scrawls
Close your ears to our rantings
And come against us
Flex your hooked claws and sniff
Like a dog at the stench of our decaying minds
Distrust the deceitful math of our perishing eyes
Run away from the phthisicky past

“Beware of monotony; it’s the mother of all the deadly sins. ~ Edith Wharton