9x12" oil pastel

raw poem

(first instance untitled)

One of the purest instances of joy
for a human being, is when the island fox
you had been beaconing with
pieces of apple, eventually comes to you to take them and it becomes habit; to see such a beautiful creature make its way to you, sleek and shining, eyes the judgement of all the stars.

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things are gettin real

took metrolink from camarillo to union station downtown l.a. this morning for recon on writ; got library card for law library and got familiarized with formatting/printing off library computers; there is an inherent public interest involved and still hammering down twenty-five pages to perfect

9x12" colored pencil on bristol

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rocket launch tonight