frog-rex

Where sea kisses skim Tickling and tugging at stone Sweet revelations

I am the broken train door that slides relentlessly back despite the greatest efforts of my stuttering motor. I say, "swishhhhhhhhhh, click bump slap" as the wall-lips try desperately to gobble up my rubber window-gasket.  But my faithful motor brrrup brups me out of the steel mouth.  We sigh together- relieved, perhaps, at our great unfailing escape.  I shut. Welcome rest.  But I am the broken train door, and again I slide.  The motion wakes from brief respite that old, tired motor.  Again it drags my body up the track and again "swishhhhhhhhh, click bump" past that angry metal mouth.  At last I shut.  Motor rests.  But I am the broken train

Alright, so today I finally finished my AP drawing portfolio (WOOHOO). My concentration is "bad habits", as you may know from the few i've already put up. I'll be uploading the rest of the 12 piece set over the next couple days as i accumulate the digital files (they're rather scattered, just like everything else in my life). maybe i'll even find time to do some new pieces that aren't for school. On that note, I will soon be embarking on my senior project- a giant FISH made out of BROKEN INSTRUMENTS. yea, i know, sick as hell :headbang: and now my personal plug: check out my PHOTO ACCOUNT here: frog-wrecks (https://www.deviantart.com/frog-wrecks) the end.