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Susan McDormand, painter
Susan McDormand, Recent works. Please feel free to contact the . His Face, 28" x 35.5". The Three, 37" x 29.5". Marilyn, 28" x 35.5". Epiphany, 36.25" x 35.5". Love Is The Answer. 2925" x 35.75". Stillness, Silence, Peace. 34" x 26.5". Vessel 23" x 34.75". Sun Breaks Blues, 35" x 21.5". Roots, 16" x 36.5". Crash Into You, 21" x 17.5". Everything is, 24" x 31.75". His Thoughts is, 13.5" x 14.5".
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i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me
I keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me. For now i am an earth thing. Filled with warm water. That likes to feel your legs. Maybe, that book on your chest of drawers. The ‘national geographic guide to whale mating’. Is a welcome mat for our clumsy future together.
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i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me
I keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me. We were here, together, yesterday. There is a memory of when you smiled. The once, before. Those after times,. And that memory happens only in me. And feels like a burp. No wait, a creek. In a forest of farts. Hold on, of a dream thing. And i am cool air on a calm lagoon of thoughts of you. And am somehow also a furnace,. Immobile and on fire about you,. A star bubble, asking the thought in itself.
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i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me
I keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me. The element, gold. Seems a poor assimilation. Of an otherwise sweet, incorruptible form. And when your arms extended. Against the fire escape. That morning the last time i saw you. We looked at each other, and laughed. Somehow an acknowledgment,. That nothing separates from itself. Without confirmation that it isn’t itself anymore. But will somehow be valued more. As, like,. A cow or something maybe.
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i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me
I keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me. I am an insurmountable task. Assigned by a suburban landscaper. To build a machine unwilling to self-assess. Any aspect of what it was built to do. So it tramples the desires of unknowable people. Jokingly and with, um, reckless abandon, i guess. You are the opposite of this. You squeeze the light from wild,. I didn't think you would be that good at this job.
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i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me
I keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me. I'm sick of being literally dead so let’s fuckin make a baby. Just kidding i brought condoms]. Waves bleed against enlarged bodies. Of these semi-fluid patterns of us. And we are wrapped around each other. Hoping to one day understand ourselves. And feeling sure we can’t. But either way i don’t mean. That staring at each other for hours is a waste of anything.
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i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me
I keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me. All experiences are curated. If everything will keep going after everything. What function does my anxiety perform? Causing me to want to know. Where you are and what you are doing where you are. When are you going to be not on your period. I don't think it's gross i'm just haemophobic.
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i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me
I keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me. Distance is perceptual and not conceptual. When you consider where and what and how. Close we are to each other]. If a human viewed from a small enough space. Is globular in shape. And its limbs, extensions, and manipulabile faculties,. By flailing and bumping around against each other,. To the magnetism of our brains. What if a horizon is just. Two brains bashing against each other.
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i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me
I keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me. Yes i am forever and yes you are forever. But neither of us think we are and treat this as a crime. You never start our conversations. You just see me there. I want you to say something. That you ever will. So, here i am. Where the fuck am i.
