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bughouse-blog · 2 years ago
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Garuda Transporting Vishna
Garuda transporting Vishna
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bughouse-blog · 2 years ago
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Nap Time
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bughouse-blog · 3 years ago
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What does Full Circle Mean?
0.0.1What does full circle really mean? Contempt’s Arrival (acrylic on canvas) 0.0.4It’s obviously a loop. It’s obviously a circle. A Figure 8 is obviously a loop. 0.0.10Which you just take by folding a circle. 0.0.13Infinity is obviously a Figure 8 that you just lay down and bow down before God and say that’s Infinity the figurate loop. A man’s life is a loop. A man’s life is a Figure…
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bughouse-blog · 3 years ago
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♡ His Submarine ♡
Can you solve the clever fox's riddle?
Clever Riddling Fox is Back! ♡ His Submarine ♡ at the bottom of the Trench — where the man inhales —will his corpse become a stench when his air flow fails?
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bughouse-blog · 3 years ago
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baby fang
baby fang and his best friends
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bughouse-blog · 3 years ago
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COVID-19 Babygirl
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bughouse-blog · 3 years ago
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Fan Art-- TMNT Classic and Powerpuff Girls
Fan Art– TMNT Classic and Powerpuff Girls
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bughouse-blog · 3 years ago
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The Monster Who Hunts Me
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bughouse-blog · 4 years ago
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Circe Watching TV
Circe (Little Apple Dolls) ink drawing. Circe Watching TV
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bughouse-blog · 4 years ago
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Dynamite Diva 》The Seated Woman
The Seated Woman Dynamite Diva is owned by instagram.com/jasper.jubenvill Inspired by ‘Parasol’ by Tori Amos
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bughouse-blog · 4 years ago
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To Warm a Galaxy
To Warm a Galaxy
Honey-colored heaps    hide under cotton. Empty triangles fall up. Sunrise fades to a glassy voice    piercing cold air,    until warm toes    wink into the void. I’m so happy that Dave found my blue notebook from Dec/Jan psyc ward. I found this poem dated 23 December 2020.
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