To make sinking stones fly
One hand on this wily comet, take a drink just to give me some weight. Some uber-man I’d make; I’m barely a vapor. They shone a chlorine light on a host of individual sins. Let’s carve my aging face off; fetch us a knife. Start with my eyes, down so the lines form a grimacing smile.
Close your eyes to corral a virtue. Is this fooling anyone else? Never worked so long and hard to cement a failure. We can blow on our thumbs and posture but the lonely are such delicate things. The wind from a wasp could blow them into the sea with stones on their feet; lost to the light and the loving we need.
Still to come: the worst part and you know it. There is a numbness in your heart and it’s growing.
With burnt sage and a forest of bygones I click my heels, get the devils in line. A list of things I could lay the blame on might give me a way out. But with each turn it’s this front and center, like a dart stuck square in your eye. Every post you can hitch your faith on is a pie in the sky, chock full of lies, a tool we devise to make sinking stones fly.
And still to come: the worst part and you know it. There is a numbness in your heart and it’s growing.
…so I spent some time last night improving my Photoshop skills and techniques! I transformed the 
logo of one of my favorite bands (which started out as a 2D recreation of their logo which I had previously made in Illustrator) and created a sort-of clay-esque image. I also updated my favorite icon design “splats” and made it 3D. I hope you like it. I do. [ @ Matt: I'll write next time, I promise. ;) ]
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