I spend my time writing, I use inspiration derived from all aspects of the Earth and Universe, my thoughts are strung carelessy and connected indirectly. Words are birds and sometimes I can't catch them. This is my mind, strung out on doubt and pinned up for all to see- be careful with it.
My Poetry
Alex, 20, queer, poet, street art, canadian.
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dead raccoon
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“Jacobs’s dioramas provide peeks into a world in which reality is presented in such exquisite detail it begins to look surreal.
The artist draws from art history and garden pest control brochures alike to create miniature 3D works of art, viewed through a circular glass lens. Viewers get the impression that they are looking into another realm, simultaneously natural and constructed, familiar and unknown. In a way, we get a taste for a fish’s life from inside the bowl.”
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my #tribegram_edit04 by …storrao… on Flickr.
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Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys,
‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs
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