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Been working on a music video for a friend's art project. Music is Nine Inch Nails and the art is by K.Sadiq. Total recorded there is about 40 hours of painting before editing. Almost every second is accounted for in the video.

All cinematography and editing is done by me. All painting is by K.Sadiq

@Khalidah_art_and_poetry

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Johnny Mnemonic (1995)

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This is now my default alarm sound.

to all my demotivated girls

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Wolfwood Tales: Love and Battlescars (on Wattpad)

Short story of a family of wolves and their problems with the world around them.

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Wet Ashes and Old Toys

In the land where the buffalo roam

In the time of pagers and pay phones

I had grown into a fine young delinquent and frequently left home

I was seeing a hippie love child 

She was always wet and buckwild

The starchild wanted to see me tonight so she could get defiled 

Leaving a candle burning I crept out the window

Pushed the Cherokee down the street holding my indo

Thought I had it all, but I forgot the condoms yo

Picked up the rubbers and drove to the spot

She was ready to go and already hot

She bit and squirmed a lot, so I put on my raincoat and took my shot

Shot 

Shot 

Shot

I was buzzed but my pants were vibrating

Emergency text from my moms interrupted my gyrating

911 over and over again had my smile fading

When I got around the corner I saw the lights

Ambulances and police and fire trucks crowding the night

My buzz crashed me down from the heights and I was ready to fight for my rights

My candle had fallen and taken my house with it

My mom and my sis had escaped but lost their spirit

Moms was using her cell to dial my digits until she just lost it

I walked over and they freaked not knowing what to do

They thought that I had been inside and that I was through

Mom hugged me and then slapped me, 

Cuz she thought her son was dead,

She was just happy it was untrue

I lost most of my childhood in that fire

Charred picture frames and bits of metal and wire

Memories remain but the place was now nothing but a funeral pyre

For all the things we thought and did and said just prior

The only toys that survived were in a metal box

Inside were my old ninja turtles wrapped in some socks

I kept them with me over the years after moving to the boondocks

Year after year I kept them with me for the long run

Home after home and town after town til I met someone

Even now I still got them and even play with them when I am with my son

Loss isn’t about what’s gone, it is about what is left when you are done

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Meanwhile in Australia...

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I unliked this post and then liked it again because this stupid platform won't let me double like anything.

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Hot take: Actual literary analysis requires at least as much skill as writing itself, with less obvious measures of whether or not you’re shit at it, and nobody is allowed to do any more god damn litcrit until they learn what the terms “show, don’t tell” and “pacing” mean.

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This must have been a really fun set to build. So many details lost on just a few shots.

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Man I wish I found this advice sooner. I came to the same answer but it took me a long time. Writing an outline isn't enough. Finish the chapter without worrying about what dialog/description is in it or if every plot whole is filled. Then go back and polish and polish until is shines.

sharing a very sage bit of advice from The Simpsons' own John Swartzwelder that i've been trying to hamper down in my writing and drawing alike. let your inner crappy little elf do his worst

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Klimt + The Addams Family

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Saving this meme for when I finally publish my LSD Cowboy epic.

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'Fear and Loathing in Dulce, New Mexico - Part 2'

The second chapter of 'Sleep with Faeries and hack the simulation'.

https://open.substack.com/pub/tengushee/p/fear-and-loathing-in-dulce-new-mexico-3f1?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=461ea

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She asked me,

"Who are you when you are alone?"

Just myself staring back at me

A mirror in the dark still reflects the light we cannot see

Alone with myself and my memories

We are never truly alone because we were once loved

"I am still a part of us when we are apart."

I told her gently.