just to see how much bad luck you really get

Medium: oil,canvas

this time i’m really gonna do it

Hanging moon in fog, Mists will lead where you belong

crude little wooden idols and aviator shades the trinkets and the treasures we brought back from the Crusades some guy in an Impala shakes his head when he rides by - but I remember when we shared a vision, you and I worked hard to build this altar, we made it earn its keep the cracks across its surface spiderweb while we’re asleep the sacrificial stains all spread out and soaking through - but I remember when we kept it pretty, me and you stock shots, stupid stock shots from the Pomona mall set up like unloved icons gathering dust up on the wall from films no one remembers they call down silently - but I remember when their names were dear to you and me pennies on the dollar, everything’s gotta go the things that we can’t even give away, I don’t wanna know try to see if secrets burn when you hold them up into the light - I remember when we loved each other day and night

im always saying this

get OFF