No film. Exposing the film. Exposing the film twice. Not enough film. Film ending during the action. A few hair raising, head slapping, h…
When it all goes wrong, how to come back again…well, life goes on-and so do you! This may have happened to you…
Based on actual events.. / clipped from several snippets of past events.
This is from the perception of an old suitor of mine. / I’m almost ashamed to post it, but Poetry is about exposing all.
now truth. now kissed.
my thoughts can now see what i feel. my words can now think what i really see. simple.
I am the begger you never have change for, I am the bitch you cannot stand, I am the nigga you avoid in the street. I am stra…
Expressionless, I continue to walk down the sidewalk as wars rage in the back room and broken film is collected in the light.
They say time / heals all wounds, / But it seems / scars never fade / / Innocence of youth / is torn away / When a child sees things / they nev…
I wear too light a jacket / To protect the lighter clothes / Protecting the heavy naked body / Safeguarding the heavier exposed heart
I leave myself more vulnerable the more I expose more layers of myself to others.
NSFW
We all have our Demons / Some in this life / Real to the touch, / Some grew from the past / Gaining strength through our worries. / Some lu…
To anyone touched by what they call mental health issues.
You took a girl and shamed a woman too soon / My innocence was not all I had to lose / My vision, thirst and dreams I lost to you / It’s sic…
A Poem that morphed slowly into lyrics for a song, yet to be done. Sometimes its good to let it out!
*Only one day after / from the pain I exposed / ignored once again / is just how it goes / watching the dog get / the love I deserve / this pr…
the loneliness and despair of a loveless relationship
This is a true story May 2008 We arranged to meet at Mitcham Pub on Sunday at 2 PM. It was central for both of us and the time a…
A COLLECTION OF LUCAN QUOTES #This is lovely, it’s like Sigur Ros raped Banksy during a Supernova. #Just wait until I’ve shot myself in the face with a handgun. Then they’ll be loving me. Recognition during lifetime is so last week. #This is good. And accurate. / I suggest slightly smaller type. / A person I know made a ‘Helvetica Sucks’ tee recently. / Have you seen the film? #It’s only six words long. Should be perfect for you.And you’re right, the effort you have put into this is similar to the effort most people put into ‘not being dicks’. / (That’s ‘not a lot’ by the way, thought I’d explain myself, yes I’m talking to YOU) #Another / Fucking / Rude / Comment / From / Lucan / / #Oh my fucking god, you made a tee, what happened? Daily porn download froze? Out of eggs? / It’s good, but I’m too drunk to care or do anything about it right now. / I’ll be back. / Actually don’t make anymore tees, I am enjoying this silent boycott by folks who are unaware of their camaraderie, about a cause we haven’t agreed on and don’t fully understand. #This is really very good Danny, you should be pleased with yourself, but not too much, don’t touch yourself or anything. At least not in public. #Utter Genius. I am in absolute awe. / It should have been the only thing on the list. / Still, my list says ‘Kill Nanny’, so could have been worse. #This is just so bloody good, I can’t leave it alone, like a fine whiskey. You should make this into a massive print with a twisted, pixellated, majorly zoomed-in background of a US$100, with more oil and blood. Stencil it all onto a canvas, get paint everywhere, use real blood if at all possible, I have plenty, then attack it with a scalpel, and fling it out of a window at an unsuspecting passer-by. Film it all on super 8 and then send it to Sierra Leone, marked “FAO Reginald Felcher” then settle back in an armchair, light a pipe and call yourself an artistic genius. / Oh, I appear to be having a heart attack. #No, no, my blood is an odd hue, a kind of, well, honey colour, yes, malty, in fact, hmmm, yes, tastes very single malty. Yes, 18 year perhaps? Hmmm. Oh, err, anyway, no good for artistic use in this case. But I have many other sources, and a back up phial or two in the fridge. / #Hang on, are you on the front page again with this tee? Look, don’t mean to sound all Nolany, but who are you sleeping with? / I’m off to the lavatory. #Oh great work, great work. That’s two in a week, what happened? Did you get fired again for doing that thing with the hamster and the peanut butter? Tish. / Do I recognise that mirror frame? #This is better than mine. / You’re off my watchlist. Only joshing, you’ll stay on my watchlist so I can steal your ideas / I knew you’d understand. / Now excuse me, the boss wants to know why I’ve been looking up cocks on my computer. #LOVE? What is that? Is it like whiskey? #Bottom was genius, particularly the live shows. Blackadder goes Forth is another personal favourite. Danny we have to stop talking to ourselves, people will stare. And I am not sjem, sjem lives in my basement and I ignore him to prevent him playing up any more than he already does. OR ELSE HE’LL GET THE HOSE AGAIN. #Hang on, what’s this? / Don’t go getting all good at this t-shirt design business now you hear, stick to your heartfelt stories that make people think you’re actually in pain. Real pain, not the pain from reading inane comments from people who think you’re in pain. / This is very good. #Kathleen, you think I live in Melbourne because I wrote ‘Melbourne’ in the address box, all this means is that I know how to spell ‘Melbourne’. #Hang on, did I make sjem famous? Marvellous. I’ll take 10%. No, Daniel, you misunderstand, I want 10% of sjem. Which would be most of one hand I’d have thought. #xzx is in fact all of us on a big collaboration trip, except we keep our clothes on. / mister khan has been captured by milosevic’s son and is currently being forced to paint his portrait using only human fluids. / Art was fucked a long time ago. Let me kiss you Hardy. All is not lost, everything is won, all parties are happy. We can design for love, or for money, or for fruityloops. The choice is ours and that is the key. / They said you can’t please all the people all the time. They were wrong / Holy shit. That’s immense. Your a visionary Robinson, a visionary. That chills my disjointed spine. / If I had to critique part of it I’d remove the exclamation mark, because I personally find them over used, but it’s a personal thing, the statement needs no extra exclamation, but then it also adds a certain humour. Now I’m arguing with myself. #LB goes hungry I’m afraid. Showing your dick does not win you hobnobs, otherwise I would be permanently trouserless. And fat.
Grey clouds of Pain are concealing forcefully my vision, / Thunderstorms and scary lights / are trapping me in the darkest room in my mind….
Building and storing energy over years, decades, eons / Seeming in this way to denude the law of entropy, sapping much of its exigency / Bo…
The eyes of the other as the birth of desire. Once again, this is an edit of a piece posted long ago. I would like to think that I have honed my skills somewhat since its initial posting.
They looked at each other and smiled in anticipation: / They were in for a wild ride!
This one was inspired, in part, by this – open another window and listen while you read. It isn’t necessarily what seems obvious! / / You must decide what the ending is before you get to the last screen-load – no cheating!, but it is open to interpretation. There are approximately 3½ screenloads.
As time goes by the layers peel / So far down to expose the bone / Flaking away revealing all / No one layer is left alone How many layer…
These questions where poised when looking at this image…. I welcome critical reviews of my work…please bubble me if you have any constructive comments….
Your fingers make trails in my arm’s river of red / With enough to lick off you move away / Tasting the secrets that I dare not say
Original title is “Barasu” “ばらす” which, i hope, in Japanese means “To expose” or just “Expose” Dedicated to my best friend.
I long to intoxicate myself / in this import from Nazareth.
Everyday is a gift to me, / To me here with you I know its real, / To share my day with you I feel fulfill. Its not for a day or even a …
It seems I just took / Giving life to my fingers / To force their way in / Thereby extracting her heart
Sometimes we can seem such monsters, but yet be loved, why?
Oh, to taste the waking kiss of beauty
To wake up in that one special person’s embrace is true heaven
RedBubble is a great place to find art, design, photos and writing from over 80,000 talented people.
On stunning greeting cards, awesome t-shirts or beautiful prints to hang on your walls.
It’s really simple. If you’re not happy with your purchase for any reason, we’ll fix it.
Since February 2007 we’ve shipped over 294,200 items to more than 70 countries around the world.
Sign up for your free account, upload your work, join some groups and share your creative genius with the world.