

dreadlocks.one.dreadlocks.
When you bought me a rubick's cube, I painted over the little squares in black.
'Why black?' you had asked.
'Now they're all the same, but they're secretly colorful,' I'd said.
two.
I knotted my hair in delicate dreadlocks to hold myself together. When I took them out, my hair fell out of place and became tangled, and I assumed that I too, was truly tangled.
When I had told you this, you nodded.
'You're right. You're tangled up with me.'
three.
I wrote a big question mark on my stomach and dotted it with a sm
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"When It Rains.. It Pours.. And I'm Fucking Drowning..."
nothing specific inspired that piece, and its not a literal depiction of anything specific. sorry i couldnt be more descriptive- i always find it difficult to explain my drawings.
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