RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.
Friday, July 31
GR13V1NG 4 R0M4NT1C1Z3D...
grieving a romanticized
ideal of America
which never really was real
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
You know, my daddy traded some weed for a sea-foam green skylark...matching leather interior. Nicest ride to ride in the backseat with your sister. Seat belts loose to hang on to drunken curves. I love romanticizing reality. Gotta find the romance in all your reality. Like when Dad busted the autoglass pissed at my mom, became so many diamonds in the yard. I get you though.
1 comment:
You know, my daddy traded some weed for a sea-foam green skylark...matching leather interior. Nicest ride to ride in the backseat with your sister. Seat belts loose to hang on to drunken curves. I love romanticizing reality. Gotta find the romance in all your reality. Like when Dad busted the autoglass pissed at my mom, became so many diamonds in the yard. I get you though.
Post a Comment