Leftovers

 

Runnin amok! The starving artist exists. Chubby artists are steadily in the mix. Pork on White Bread with a hefty dose of gravy and a slam of mashed potato. Clogs the arteries for the perfect length of time. I feel warm enough and full enough to get up and get mine. Trouble comes when I put a drink in on top and I either spew my guts or get knocked the fuck out. The former provides better contrast on white paper. Especially if I'm chugging Monsters.  Do you mind? I'm tryin to build a kingdom here.

Fur

 

I wont be wearing my fur jackets being in happy cow country. They are in my closet. Waiting for the day I drive off into the white out. It might be sick but I miss Penndot trucks.

Chew

Used love is my favorite love. Left vulnerable we have no choice but to retreat beneath our own scars, succumb to our injuries mental and physical and focus on our woes. There are so many things competing for our attention on a daily basis that often times the last thing we focus on are ourselves. I think selfish is a term that gets a bad rap. I think everyone needs to be more selfish. It's not like we all have time for therapists. Be more selfish.

Hot Pockets.

I've been living in Santa Rosa California for two weeks now. It is exactly how I pictured it minus what I was told about regarding the pizza. It aint half bad.

The West Coast seems to be faster and slower than what I'm used to on the East Coast. Traffic is non stop and I have no idea where all these people are going. They drive fast and rush through yellow lights. I've gone out drinking a few times and people get drunk fast here too. Maybe I'm just slow. I got my first Cali girl number only to find out she was from Oklahoma, which didn't matter anyway cuz apparently it's creepy to leave whispering voicemails at 4 am 3 nights in a row.

After the cross country road trip and my three days in Vegas I literally made it here with $40 in my pocket. Sold my first paintings last week, and I've lined up my first show to be around Christmas so keep an eye out for that shit. I went and did this weird studio walk where artists open their homes and sell plastic wrapped prints out of laundry bins. The art scene is booming out here but I don't really understand that either. A lot of the artists I met yesterday had this weird twitch in their eyes. Or they were glazed over and their forced smiles were twitching. A lot of twitchers.

Everyone out here is a hustler. I think that's my favorite part of this place A lot of cutthroat cowboys and yoga rockin b girls. In the grocery stores here I've witnessed on multiple occasions this thing that I can only really call a yoga bikini. In the frozen food isle I'm alone with my head in a freezer and I pull out and beside me is this girl and her nipples are piercing this thin black fabric while her ass is trembling from the snow coming out of the ice cream cooler. She smiled at me and I immediately shoved my head back into the hot pockets until she walked away.

The Bigger Picture

I'll paint all the world for you baby.
I'll paint all the world for you.
I'll paint all the world for you baby.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
If I make it I'll come back to get you.
Clear as day but you don't see the vision.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
What we got deserves some patience.
Cause this ain't no finger painting.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
Beautiful and modern all the same.
But what's a photo if it's out of frame?
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
I'll paint all the world for you.
I pray you see the bigger picture.
I call your phone, you don't pick up, you text me.
Too late to come back you say my art ain't even half the way it used to look.
The colors that I chose to compose my last masterpiece wasn't worth the cover of a book.
I listen as you rant on about Rembrandts and Van Goghs, that I used to show you was so pure at heart.
Now all the pictures that I draw lately perfect my need to be basic and all the shading tears your world apart.
Pollock I promise you say it's scribble and scratch.
I know you don't mean it cause on your wall's where it sat.
It's not my best I agree, but I did what I could, with these sticks and these stones to get us out of the woods.
I find my rhythm and my stroke then you fall in love with my art like you did before.
On that note I let go and tend to my canvas to paint a mural of us.
I hope that you understand the bigger picture.
If I make it I'll come back to get you.
Clear as day but you don't see the vision.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
What we got deserves some patience.
Cause this ain't no finger painting.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
Beautiful and modern all the same.
But what's a photo if it's out of frame?
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
Back to my roots.
Channel my youth.
You love the color of yellow but I'm working with blue.
Like what's the use of doing art if I ain't breaking the rules?
My graffiti wasn't Banksy but you thought it was cool.
It used to be fun to watch me do what it do.
But when the paint started drying I stopped running to you.
I started walking away cause I could paint any day.
One line from being complete.
I'm sorry I made you wait to get a crown and some space.
I thought you'd be a great painter.
Cause you could see the good in me in all the angles.
A radiant child we could've had, and those clowns in your past you paint just make you laugh.
All because, that self portrait that I put on display should've been of us.
I left you out and I was wrong.
I promise I'll start over if you come back home.
On the bigger picture.
If I make it I'll come back to get you.
Clear as day but you don't see the vision.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
What we got deserves some patience.
Cause this ain't no finger painting.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
Beautiful and modern all the same.
But what's a photo if it's out of frame?
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
I'll paint all the world for you baby.
I pray you see the bigger picture.
I'll paint the sky blue
I'll paint the grass green
I'll paint the roses red
And everything else in between.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
If I make it I'll come back to get you.
Clear as day but you don't see the vision.
What we got deserves some patience.
Cause this ain't no finger painting.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
Beautiful and modern all the same.
But what's a photo if it's out of frame?
I wish you saw the bigger picture.


Big K.R.I.T
The Bigger Picture

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