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Store Officially Opens

Finally, it's here. After a lot of hard work and endless hours of thought and execution, my physical pieces are now available. These six represent the initial releases that I have personally chosen through my own deep connection with them and to represent various time frames in my first year of creating in this manner. I took my time and spared no detail or expense with these and I believe these works have set the tone for what you will expect from my physical pieces moving forward. It was very important to me to make sure my work was translated......

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Take Them Home

"Soothe my curse, take them home..."  For the very first time you will have the opportunity to own my pieces physically. It was very, very important to me that these works reflect my attention to detail and are of the highest quality and unrelenting nature that I always strive for with everything that I create. To see these ideas and thoughts in front of me and be able to hold them in such a way has been very satisfying for me as an artist. I truly hope to those interested in purchasing my work that you will feel very much......

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Makeshift-Memory Pool

"Lean into my voice, your choice has elapsed. The days falling endlessly into a makeshift-memory pool. The wreckage-evidence evidently salvaged by words igniting passions on the tongues of the burned. You're optimistically and autonomically submerged in a lungs half-full depravity. I will describe this in a thousand words, a thousand ways until the right phrase absorbs the reddest parted respiratory sea." Time is meaningless for something like me, but one year ago I was salvaged by words. Submerged in a makeshift-memory that I more so created than even what actually was. Isn't the memory always better than the moment? The......

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Copper-Flavored Affection

"If you didn't relive your past traumas, you wouldn't live at all. Teeth gliding against your skin tainting truth pigments. Your teeth only grind. A jaw embrace, the only love you fucking knew. A jagged-jaded hug harming whatever it circles stalked by copper-flavored affection. Time only deprives purity from life  and I'm gonna leak you dry." Time only deprives purity from life. Whisper it under your breath. Words sinking to the weight of your oxygen taking you much lower. What is the thought that made you realize that after having it you would never be the same? Was the moment......

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We Mustn’t Rush

"Waiting for the neverending and plaguing over the temptation to end ourselves. You're fucking ripe and ready to be cut, but this moment only comes once, we mustn't rush." I couldn't believe how beautiful it was to make you wait. To make you beg. I wept until my tears walked down a path drowning a second face. It's almost as if they were coming home, taking a direction they only knew, much like I will be soon. These final days seem to be the most important, waiting for the purity to ripen before cutting it like a surgeon. Removing the......

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Symmetry Hole

"One thousand thoughts failing through, but none like mine. Rewind, rewind every second more unlike you as death's diluted with god's sunshine. Your scribble-pad soul, waiting for me to write, waiting for me to write your wrongs. Sitting so empty, posed in a symmetry hole. With my see-through palms I can never be whole. Keep waiting for me, keep waiting for me. I'll get it right. I'll get it, write." The rise I am coming upon is no accident. In fact, I have known of it for quite some time now. If gravity will even have them, let the churches......

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Ugly Lines

"I write in pen so I can't erase the ugly lines. The letters so powerless and thin, but within the words they are the vertebrates to the spine. I'm not sure what's important to the world, in fact I never really cared. What I do know is when you run your eyes down the spine of my work you'll never be spared." I have always chose to write in pen. It makes it more important. It makes each line in every letter a valuable movement towards a word and towards a line. Towards capturing an idea that you only have......

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Eager Wrist

"I was told to wait until the world spoke of me like I no longer exist. My view from purgatory of the world's eager wrist." Look up, look up, but down to see me. A reflection of the time that was, a time I didn't want to be. Existence was a burden, one that I burned down. I once wrote of a moon, one that didn't exist until now. The day is coming, but I won't show my face until the night. That certain moon will mark a final shape, one that the world cannot fight. I'm tired of watching......

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Automatic Writing

"I'll make you tremble as you try to whisper to me close. Give me all of your truths so I can run my tongue along your woes." Tremble, tremble then I'll disassemble. I know you take pride in never coming apart, but tonight I'll rip your pieces to the floor and I'll read them aloud. I'll wait for you to beg to stay close like a wave to the shore. The mirrors surrounding us to watch The Devil leave your body and then enter again. Always knocking three times just to make you open the door for him. You know......

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