HeY! so if you've stumbled across this..
this is my little world of old work, writing, and also any sketches that didn't quite makt the portfolio cut. [of which there are in creasingly more... gotta do that]
anyways. stay a while. read some of my writing, laugh at the suckiness that was my art last year[when i started drawing.. i know right>< i haven't been at this all that long... 'bout a year and a half... since start of school last year?]
anyways. thought this needed a NEW LOOK so Chicken Scrathings is getting a MAKEOVER.

Random phrases that could be poems if you want.

ok so these are things that i think up..... alot of tehm on the bus.. because i have time to sink into my head then. sorry if you hate them... i LIKE metaphor... and eloquence... or my attempt at eloquence... these all kinda suck so just ignore them...i'm putting them here so i won't forget them... they hold meaning to me. so comment if you want. tell me what i could do better. tell me if you likey.... i kinda have an abstract style that usually ends up kinda dark...
lemme know what you think.

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in winter
in the shreiking cold
you can almost feel the trees
yearning to withdraw their
feet from the confines
of earth
so that they may
press their naked
acheing
breaking
bodies togeather to
propogate warmth and feeling
in numb limbs

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contusion grins widely
reveals dark wet
sharp incisors

hands make skin
shiver
in disgust and sickening yearning
inhuman hands of bark and thorn

human nakedness
agaist penetration
gazes of wet stone eyes

body pressed aginst housing
as life is escalated
another drained

life given to the immortal