Recycled Materials ;)

I cracked open a couple cold ones today.

I've developed some really mint techniques with spraypaint as of late. I'm proud of myself ;).

Some people consider spraypaint to be simply acrylic paint. There's no evocation about that but still I believe if you used acrylic paint and spraypaint to create a piece, you can't say it's all acrylic. You would say it's acrylic and spraypaint.

As I'm learning each day, spraypaint has its own properties and tendencies. The drying quickness and application, I find, aren't limiting but open up new possibilities for creativity.

Spraypaint is my most used medium (for now). My little contribution to this so called global warming.

Beautiful things come in destructive packages.

Final Escape

you always want me to be a part of you you always taught me to be alive with you this is the time and the place and the moment feeling the way that i do these are the signs and the traces of growing by living the way that i do i hope you understand and acknowledge all that's passing through it's constantly been there and throwing all that wasn't good i hope we both find the place where maybe some day we will find our strength and hopefully attain to finally escape i'm always amazed how we're so self destructive does any body know why? find the Light -elsiane, "final escape" Love this song (I've been playing it out) and this band.

Surprise, Surprise!

Oh, certain people from the past are picking the wrong time to be cute. You may have thought you “dodged a bullet” but I know I dodged a freight train strapped to a hurricane. Honestly, I didn’t know there was something that was the opposite of a Muse until I met you. So, you always wanted a poem, it’s on its way. I just hope your dodging skills are still sharp because there will be (metaphorical) shots fired and honey, this is the Matrix, and I’m happy to say, you’re not the one. ►http://bit.ly/2cHNraW ♥ http://bekonstant.com/

I fear my that digestive tract has gone in reverse and that my stomach has been unknowingly gnawing at my soul, swallowing it out my mouth and into the world where it is broken down by acid rains and flushed into the depths of the ocean to be nibbled on by tiny blue fish and yellow crabs. <|3

Konstant Be

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