DavidBaddeley
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Hi, I’m David
I have a piece of paper in a brown envelope, which says I have a degree.
I ride a bike, sleep by night.
I write obscure poems.
I draw what my eyes prefer to see.
I wish I lived in the 19th Century.
I’m comfortably drowning in Tom Waits
I love Bob Dylan, Ginger Biscuits, Milk and Corduroys…therefore I am.
http://115thdream.tumblr.com/
Groups
DavidBaddeley hosts Doodle Do.
Journal Entries
With A Little Help From Nicola...
Posted 16 days ago.
The Difficult 73'd Illustration
Posted 6 months ago, 4 comments so far.
Note To Self: Get New Sketchbook
Posted 8 months ago.
Overwhelmed
Posted 9 months ago.
Art
Writing
White Elephant
Upon arrival I found my mental state put into question almost immediately
The Metamorphosis Of J.P. Harding
The short trip to the bathroom became a dissatisfaction of gargantuan measures
Mr. Augustine's Weeping Willow Was Heavily Charged With Salicylic Acid
Imposed by the sorrow and dismay of the weeping willow, his foresight distorted, refusing to believe anything past 1929
Leadfoot: (Noun) 1. One who drives quickly or without subtlety
Like liquid pulse he roars through the dark dark night, craving a sobering tranquility.
Bookstore Diaries
A cult status isn’t worth anything once you’re dead…unless there are bookstores in the after life.
A Sport Of Ambulatory And Non-Fiction
Bandits may swarm and barricade you in your tracks, demanding an excerpt of authentic frolic and escapade.
