HAPPY HOUR! (oils and mixed media)

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oils on canvas… still got it; for sale huh? yeah…

HAPPY HOUR LYRICS

In the morning I watch you cry in your sleep.
Make up in lines all over your cheek
It hurts you the most when people are kind
Like a burn or a scalpel in your mind.

It’s only me, just me, that’s all.
Going mad outside in the hall.
You’ve got a messy heart cutting up your ribs
Sex and sweat and blood red lips.

You stink of heat and turpentine
You sleep with me in a sickness of time.
And now it’s happy hour on a Friday night
And I’m walking around with a head full of light.

Exhausted and lonely
Fragile and ugly
Tricked into empathy
Hacked out of destiny

Find some truth,
When the sun stops
When the last letter burns;
While the blood…
clots

I know it’s my fault x 10

Murder the light with your skinny arms
Smokin’ and crying cuz you know what you are.
In a seizure of life my sweet born liar
Where-ever you touch me is a white hot wire

You were shaking naked above me
Tearing the pages out of my diary

And all that I want is to take you to bed
But you scream at me cuz I lost my meds
Now it’s happy hour on a Friday night
And I’m walking around with a head full of light.

I know it’s my fault x 8

Push my head to your chest so I can hear your heart.
Open your eyes and see the dark
Hold me down and read what I wrote.
Open my mouth
And fucking scream down my throat.
Scream down my throat.

SCREAM DOWN MY THROAT

(all you have to do to fly is throw yourself at the ground and miss.)

Well. If you think about it. It’s true. Written across this piece, in English, is a quote from Alice in Wonderland. “Could you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” Asked Alice.
“That depends on where you want to get to.” Replied the Cheshire Cat. The runes say something similar, but damned if I can remember what…
“I don’t much care where.”
Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.”
I tend to wear red shoes continually in homage to the silliness of fashion in general and I also wear red socks, though not often at the same time and certainly not two of them (socks I mean) of the same colour at the same time.
Fashion is pretty silly and socks are one of the silliest items – a little tube to go betwixt foot and shoe. Weird. So I don’t take them seriously.
The flippers would probably help if one were to go flying from a directional point of view. I don’t know. Aeronautical engineering not my strong point.

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