Fiona Finnegan Sleep and its Derangements, 2022 Oil on linen on wood.
and you, like concorde
i came, a gentle hill racer
i was breathless upon every mountain, just to look for your light
but for less than a moment, we’d share the same sky
Richard Hescox
im a sicko yeah I know but my father had a heart operation and I know I wouldn't receive money after he died or anything but damn would I love attending that funeral
why must everything in the universe mess with me all at once. no matter this will be the roughest of my shifts and the seventh in a row and if I make it my friend said he will come hang out with me and I love my friend and I love my girlfriend who still supports me when I isolate myself and my cat who loves me even though I don't give him enough affection. myself? detested. imagine what your body should sound like slamming against those rocks etc etc and when you land will your eyes be closed or open?
