two great artists who deserve a shit ton of recognizion

so my girlfriend c.j. parlante and my best friend elly dallas are both really good artists.

they also post really cool shit that you should check out.

c.j. paralante (blog link: http://bottledselfesteem.tumblr.com/):

elly dallas (link: http://ellydallas.tumblr.com/):

both of you are so talented and you're art makes my entire body bend into a smile. i would feel the same about it even if we weren't friends. please keep creating. please keep inspiring me. thank you for existing.

i wrote your name down on my hand for motivation two days ago in black permanent marker, but it faded and disappeared after i took a shower

i gather my thoughts together
with a glue gun,
and start shaping your features
with a pocket knife,
widdling the excess material away;
i keep occupied,
but it is
coming out all wrong
because i am not very talented.

i sculpt a replacement:
it is an inanimate object.
it doesn't breathe.
it doesn't eat.
it doesn't talk.
it doesn't send out care packages
with wooden weightlifter knick-knacks.
or rewashable neon green sticky hands.
it isn't alive.
it isn't you.


it doesn't look like you,
even if i squint my eyes;
i'm trying my best.

we texted each other
earlier tonight,
but we haven't actually talked in a week.

i'm having a two hour conversation
with myself while
drinking a fifth of rum,
and watching two girls make out
in my passenger side mirror,
i look at my reflection in the rearview,
and realize i miss you.

but i can't tell if
i'm just being a bitch,
and overreacting.

 

a fact about myself; a fact about ice cream; a fact about romantic relationships; a fact about sex:

 source.

i can't eat ice cream out of a cone without
smearing it all over my face,
dripping it on my clothes,
and having it melt
in my hands,
which makes my fingers
sticky for the next 4-5 hours.

i spin the cone around
to the sections that are melting,
but my tongue just isn't quick enough.

the stray cats fight then have crazy make up sex

source.

looney.
infected.
lost.
alone.
scratches
front lobe
of brain
through nasal passage.
fingernail.
pinky finger.
vapid.
friends.
murder.
a culture of bacteria.
conquers.
skin cells.
kill.
fresh breath crystals.
liar.
shit eater's grin.
missing organs.
missing blood.
missing.
mv.
matt.
matthew.
motherfucker.
masturbating with sandpaper.
laughs.
oooowwww.
vaginal ovens.
baking.
battered chicken pieces.
in pussy juice.
sizzling.
sssssssss.
give birth.
miscarriage.
eat.
the fetus.
leftover.
period blood.
vampire bags.
squeeze.
pulp.
drink.
tampon tea.
with
vodka.
aaaahhhhh.
make money.
get rich.
fall in love.
marriage.
fails.
failure.
grim.
smile.
take family photo.
not good enough.
me.
sleepy.
sassy yawns.
white light.
hallucinate.
repent.
dead.
repeat.
life.
wait.
start over again.
i'm confused.

greeting card valentine's day poems by elly dallas, elly dallas' coworkers, and mv swydersky

co-workers:

menstruation is red

afterbirth is grey
& yr vagina

is what made me gay

roses are red

eggs are rotten

when you are dead

you will be forgotten

roses are red
skateboards are cool

maybe if you're nice to me

you can put it in my butthole

roses are red

gel pens are cool

be nice to me

and fuck off

roses are red
gel pens are cool

get yr d

away from my hole

elly dallas:

roses are red
pussies be poppin'

hit me up
when yr balls be droppin'

my phone sucks

violets r blue

what the fucking fuck
i miss u

roses are ok but

i can't believe its not butter

dis bitch spoiled

sum1 cut her

ketchup is red

high fructose corn syrup

is not

that's hot

ketchup is red

high fructose

corn syrup
is hot

ketchup is red

and vinegarry and sugary and hot

mv swydersky:

lacerations are red

bruises are blue

i got hit by a bus

fuck.

hard ons are red

lube is blue

masturbating with sandpaper

ooooowwwwwwww!

roses are red

balls are blue

i haven't gone down there in years

praise jesus!

cat piss is yellow

period blood is red

i watched a cow get its throat slit

don't flush feminine products down the toilet.

krok skin is green

missing digits are grey

i peed in the shower

what a wonderful day.

this bitch is bottle blonde

her teeth are cracked

she ate 48 cupcakes in two days

she's got an insulin pump

stuck on her back.

40's are full

crack is back

in an alley sellin bootlegged porn

hit me up wherever you're at!

guns are black
clips extended
if you claim my shit
you'll get shot with a sawed-off

vaginas are pink
buttholes are brown
if you don't suck my dick
get da fuckatta town.

pussies are wet
my penis is rusty
i'm not saying shit
i'm hiv positive.

i broke my gps and threw it out the window

photo source

i drive
late night traffic
with my eyes close
smelling stale coffee
and burnt joints
on the breeze
whipped up
by my breath.

red eyes
heavy and tired,
trying
to make sense
of you
and the dark
storefronts
that are closed
until tomorrow
morning.

dreaming
with my hands
on the steering wheel,
turning left,
then right,
then right,
and left again.

i have a destination
to reach
even though
it seems
like i'm traveling
in circles.

i'm done
wasting miles,
passing real estate
up for sale
and empty driveways
illuminated by
yellow streetlights.

hypnotized by highbeams.
blurred.
in a daze.

there is a picture
of you showing
your teeth
in a green
floral patterned dress
wedged in between
the grey plastic
of the dashboard.

just sit tight,
i'll explain
everything
to you
real soon.

i'm on my way home.