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Unnaturalism is the representation of a human beings and humanity for what they are, i.e. as they slowly descend into unnaturalness, as they have been doing for the past fifteen thousand years.

The Unnaturalism’ Manifesto is born out of a deep disgust for the state art and society are in at this time.

My eyes lock on hers
Cornflour stars
In the depths of her universe
I see myself

Can’t you feel the growing pains ?

So now I walk the night, my lover at my side
As a child of the darkness the world has opened wide

The group Immortal Love has been featured in EMI (EarthMonster Illustrated)

my work ‘kiss’ featured in group PEACE, LOVE & TRANQUILITY.big thanks..

The extra large moon dazzles your mind;
And you don’t even sense the gaping hole behind;
But then you’re lulled to peace again;
While the water dryads feast on your skin!

The road to Hell is definitely paved,
And it becomes harder and harder just to be saved

despair is a muddy pit full of holocaust dead
the bone thin limbs and clean shaven heads
slip inside and the bodies move just like water
struggle or swim and you just sink farther

A mere mortal like me,
Will never be free,
Of my Lady’s glacial burning embrace!

“You really want to know what I’m grinning at?” he asked. “Yes” Jean said. “Ok, I’ll tell ya, see when you get past this belt buckle darling, you’re gonna know I don’t wear underwear.”

I’ve run out of words now that rhyme with Claire
And I have looked everywhere, yeah

Slow
Why does it move so slow?
Like time has got no place to go
It just shuffles on
Dragging its feet in the snow

Hey everyone,
I’ll be showing my new Abstract Art Prints at the Starbucks in Fremont for their Art Walk and for all of July.
Here are the details.
I’ll be there on Friday night and on Wednes…

"Don’t go." her voice was firm and direct.
"Darling, I have to go. it’s my responsibility, I can’t go back on my word."
He said as he wiped her eyes with his loving finger tips, his touch s…

I have been dreaming of my homeland, thick, lush, and green.

I hear the sounds of bagpipes to them I haven’t seen.

I walk in my red kilt with socks high, white, and clean.

I’m free to…