Thursday, November 24, 2011

Despair

My head hurts.
The world is dark and cold.

Wallowing in an invisible sack of self loathing
one can only wonder why
the world seems so
oblivious to my pain.
What is the point in it all anyway?
Posted by Dave the Dead at 11:20 AM
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6 comments:

  1. Mantan CalaverasNovember 24, 2011 at 3:00 PM

    Do the Butoh!

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  2. Elizabeth Rose StantonNovember 25, 2011 at 1:37 PM

    Poor little fellow. Maybe some clothes would help ;)
    PS In spite of all his misery...he's great--as usual.

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  3. junkpunkNovember 26, 2011 at 10:20 AM

    Hah, he's awesome! Are you going to sell him? I bought Boris Lynch ages ago; the slimy guy with a noose around his neck! My girlfriend makes me keep him hidden in a drawer cos he freaks her out!

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  4. ArtAfterDarkNovember 26, 2011 at 2:08 PM

    This little guy looks like an alien fetus! Love it!

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  5. Dave the DeadNovember 27, 2011 at 5:29 AM

    I had to go research Butoh,,,yep...he has that feel to him!

    Thanks everyone...Junkpunk, I sent you an email.

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  6. AnonymousDecember 7, 2011 at 4:29 AM

    this one.. <3!

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