|Early Release Print, Ink, graphite, painted in Photoshop|
A Revolving Texan Artist obsessed with all concepts, compositions, paints, inks, dyes, pencils, letters, numbers, poetry, and doing things I'm not supposed to|
Aim.Here, Aaron Rockabich
@Rockabich, Aim Here
Torturous Toes stab torturous-ly while they silently sleep.
I wince my eyes and silently weep.
"Oi! There's work to be done, grab your guns, lets have some fun."
I rise to my feet, wondering why my feet speak through cockney cheeks.
My Feet hate me, their internal rage give the blackened bottom of my foot, what I feel is, a diluted demonstration of a body part sucked into a black hole.... in outer space.