mr. marcus b lake, starving artist.

This is where Zac’s painting is so far. Unfortunately there is probably a long way to go on this.

Here’s a better shot…

Adrienne and I are officially engaged to married next summer. The tentative plan is for the end of july up at my mom’s house, out on the beach.

Good-bye bachelorhood.

I never was very good at being single anyway

I am, however, good at loving my bebes, Adrienne.

wow, I’m so mature.

Her step father called to congratulate us. I can’t say he sounded thrilled. Rough seas ahead?

Hey, Rocky, watch me pull this career out of my hat.

Everthing got quiet suddenly; no dolby
The theatre is empty
Film is flapping on the side of the projector
The reel is over
Banished with my sticky shoes and stinging eyes
I’M WALKING OUTSIDE
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Some say you can’t paint for another person, that you can only paint for yourself and your interests.

Sounds like a sorry cop out doesn’t it?

what?

I have to make space in time….

beedie beedie
It’s a rush job Buck.
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thin hulled ships manned by a high heeled crew
the best dressed brigands to sail the blue
from cat walks to plank walks we get our due
water water everywhere and not a sensible shoe

chew up the squid and split the clams
damn they’ve sunk straight to our gams
worry not mates, the mange and scurvey
will keep our sea legs looking shaved and curvey

arr me hardies will gladly keelhall
that bitch at sears in the barbados mall
she think’s her treasured chest has got it all
but blue beard buries his behind our balls
etc…

yeah? well no one said this was a family blog.

Tomorrow I start my class “comics A-Z” taught by Shanon Wheeler of Too Much Coffee Man fame. I am excited.

working towards something here….
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the widows will implore a reprise of demise
if only to catch a glimpse of blood rushing through veins
before bullets burst breasts, and buttonholed chests
in lives as short as may rains