He landed on a painting…
A fresh painting…
A shitty painting (but this is besides the point)….
His spindly little black legs sinking into
The greens, the golds and the yellows…
And eventually the black (the colour he personally contributed to the composition).
He was doomed the moment he entered the room
And started to circle my unopened paint bottles.
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❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
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*** Little bugger was spying on me the whole time I was making a delicious paint mess. Perv. But don’t worry… he didn’t really die on my painting. I was just indulging my more sadistic fantasies I suppose… gulp…. That… and he was really annoying. ***
Incredible visual with this one.
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Thanks. I was making a painting and this fly was hanging about. The poem is dedicated to him. Lol He is alive and well and with me… right now. Ugh.
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Lol. At least no harm befell him in the making of this poem. Im very curious about the painting as well
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Yes indeed lol Well… my paintings are weird as fuck and not that great. I have posted many painting/poetry combos on my blog. Just go through it and you will start to find them. However… my blog was quite… different… several months ago. Lots of… ummm… 18+…ahem…. sorrynotsorry.
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I will check them out!
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Lol Be warned… I paint with… my body… ahem… Not your typical painting at all….
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This isn’t a warning! It’s a promise!
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