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" and it is with this surreal ephiphany that i realize again what an indecipherable foreign language a dark bird sings and so i fly my freak flag high and croak my dirty dark bird song as all my dead cowboys line up in a flea market chorus line kicking high as i croon with a paint brush like the tony bennett of dark birds new artttttt a Flea Market Flag--- but for those that cant always clear the voices in their head for those that cant always pull out of their melancholy blues for those that just cant seem to get things right i think its worth noting that those are usually the folks that become the real heros in our world of perfect selfies afterall unless you are a longshot that no one sees coming how can you possibly be an inspiring hero?

Horse Sense 24 x 30 oiillly on a bord yes Kat and I spent quite alot of time last week in northern Colorado around several bands of wild horses...

clik hear 4 New Art Join the Dark Bird Gazette the Dark Bird Palace (the Shed) Absurdity is my Friend (million selling NYT best sellr 4 sure) Visit me at 821 Canyon Road (Friday -sunday) New Art here on the front page about 24-30 inches November 6th 2017 Double Eagle 43 x 62 oily on loose canvas i was lost in the desert with no water and no face i had no sense of place all directions pointed lost i couldnt see the future couldnt bear to look back and in the present the only thing i could think to do was to build a tall ladder out of this mess into the starry skies of hell yes oily on a nice 30 x 40 bord its about to get very interesting again after a summer of smashing my brains against walls taking turns down wrong roads and believing all sorts of lies and other silly mischief now ive found one true thing and from that comes the full on resurrection of my Dark Bird Palace State of Mind clik hear for a few more paintings from this week Guard Dawgs about 39 x 62 inches on loose canvas click hear 4 two other new ones! - so i sit in the lobby some think its my hobby ive spent so much time waiting around defending my ground ive completely forgot what i was looking for - so how bout this? im amused and distracted by the hummingbird wars the coyote howls the dark bird caws & late night growls i credit this with my general ambivalence about where i am who i am and where i am going as i look thru the eyes of the bardo hotel The Woods--- about 82 x 22 oily on a nice simply framed bord after a week at my new mountain home the deer stopped coming around at morning coffee later they told me my company was poor but it was my bad poetry that was the last straw - this morning even the hummingbirds stayed clear horror of horrors they said my breath smelled like chicken - so i tried to exercise my poetry blues away doing crazy jumping jacks in the woods which made me feel better but caused the great black squirrel panic of 2017 - and so im left with my one true poetry friend the much maligned but magnificant king of the forrest its just me and a fly under the clear blue sky - the only conclusion i can draw is that the fly loves my poetry or thinks im a kindred spirit at least as he offered me a first edition of his new book "Catcher of the House Fly" which i tell him is pure genius regrettably ive never seen the fly in public since then Guardians of the Multiverse--- about 29 x 62 oily on loose canvas Dark Bird cocks his head ruffles his feathers leans into the great CAW time and space shatter humanity pours forth like mixed candies from a smashed interstellar pinata raccoon sees dinner scurries over picks up the starshine sweets with child like fingers candy looks up asks dear Gawd is that you?

Obsession about 30 x 62 oily on loose canvas Anxiety writes my to do list at 2 am on the inside of my eyelids with heavy disappearing ink that compells me to start over again at 3 am i am driven like a crzy one eyed salmon to swim up my dry river bed every nite slowly evolving two tiny stick legs that i drag along with my obsolete fins gasping for air with primal gills like the monster from the dark bird lagoon pondering like a philosopical freakish monster i wonder why am i killing myself at 3 am? Cosmic Corvids--* about 60 x 29 oily on loose canvas Spring Snow blows thru cottonwood trees like puffs of frozen pollen while a cold crow sits high upon its chlorophyll iceberg a perfect pirate flag for this vessel as it floats away in search of road kill in downtown Santa fe All ---SOULD 18 x 22 multicrappia on a bord framed simply back from a short vacation break went to the ocean brought back the tide inside now im ready for this coming summers big ride click hear four several other new paintings Taco--- 24 x 30 oily on a nice bord which one are you?

a head with two beady eyes popped up out of my wood pile a squatter inside a squatters shack this land belongs to the reservation and i am an arkansas traveler my partner in crime a sneaky grey squirrel the ruts from the monsoon rains growing deeper into my memory rivers of gold now mud my footprints once prominent now blowing away in the winter winds letting go always beautiful dark bird melancholia Dark Birds and Wild Horses-- about 38 x 63 oily on loose canvas i saw a guy yesterday who told me he had 4 Thomas Kinkaides which prompted me to tell him that today is your lucky day i am here to relieve you of the burden of light today the full truth arrives in the form of a Dark Bird giving you a handle on both left and right he laughed and walked away happy with his copy of an original signed by the master of marketing the painter of blight Big Dawgs of the Desert--- about 40 x 60 inches on loose canvas in santa fe it appears we have left modern medicine far behind and now use only the shamanic healing techniques of ancient cultures where the average life expectancy was about 35 be gone narcissus fleawalker be gone from my shed thee offends my ears with your endless bullshit be gone narcissus flea walker your mouth is large your ears have disappeared be gone narcissus flea walker a mid life crisis in santa fe doesnt require a red corvette or a 25 year old spouse all that is required is a shamans license and a few tubes of acrylic paint to smoooosh around while energetically healing people the crazy lady told me the FBI placed tracking devices inside her tent and the CIA followed her everywhere with drones but the most bizarre part was that ive had the same exact experience when politcal correctness meets flea market dharma a dark bird chases the unicorn back back over its rainbow into a black hole where i can assure you there is no return Grizzly--- the flea at nite to paint under the new mexico moonlight sometimes i create sometimes i watch the poltergeists rise and sell on aisle A thru K boney fingers breaking thru gravel skulls breaching the desert crust a macabre market dances at night selling everything from a to z where Dona Tules runs a tent of ill repute skeleton whores giving fleshly pleasure to dead cowboys old Geronimo lurks hidden away they will never find him because no one comes here anymore Georgia Okeefe is painting flowers on aisle A such boring art i doubt she'll make it very far Buffalo Bill designs a stage coach robbery in the parking lot such a shame they lost all their money before they got past the front gate Jesus is sitting at a card table selling black market anti depressants to the indian ghosts Buddha is hawking life insurance to old people telling them to protect their worldly possessions Billy the Kid has a small tattered tent and is selling self help books on how to be a big success a conquistador zombie walks the front aisle telling everyone he's been stuck at this market since the spanish entrada when the indians shot him full of arrows its a haunted market at night time and in the day time we are all walking talking dead cowboys at a flea market ) a casino on aisle J thats been the rumor for years that the flea market was eventually going to be paved over with slots on the front blackjack on the back strip poker in the parking lot i always knew we were playing with a loaded dice and that the house always wins and in the end all you walk away with is your memories and maybe a hangover consider me gone im already a ghost from the good old days remember that weird guy at the flea market with that strange booth? the glory days gone years ago the wind rolls down the empty aisles and i see the ghost of departed vendors from years past all that is left for most of us is a place to be until the black jack begins ragged tarps blowing gently in the wind dust devils kick up in the parking lot and the sun shines brightly on the Sangre de Cristos and once again im reminded of the strange beauty of a dark vision Two Headed Bird Totem--- Dawgs 110 by 43 oily loose canvas that smell coming from atop the Dark Bird Palace undoubtedly the fresh skull i threw up there last week that has become more interesting with the monsoon rains more odiforus and mobile i hear pitter patter foot steps on the roof its a flea market garden of eden without the original sin up there a new species is being born inside the incubator of a dead goats head where frankenflea peers out of the goats eye sockets at the flea market like plato gazing out of his cave minus opposable thumbs at something it knows is sheer madness clik hear 4 new art In Progressssssss.....-- about 30 x 34 multicrappia on a wood door its too hot the relentless baking of what little brain i have left has forced me to consider taking my kat and moving to alaska where i can become an honorary eskimo and build the Dark Bird Igloo where i will paint ice bergs snow flakes santa claus and polar bears for the discerning arctic art collector Trickster Underworld--- about 35 x 60 a hawk flew into my shed and landed on the elk antlers staring at me until i lost my nerve & flew away it was hot 95 degrees to be exact so i moved into the shade listening to BB King singing in my head "the Thrill is Gone Baby…the Thrill is gone…" flea market dementia taking myself too serious like a Jack Ass who thinks hes a quarter horse ready to run for the roses but suddenly realizes no one else is training by trotting to the porta pottie 5 times a day in some social settings political correctness has reduced my vocabulary to shrugs thumbs up or thumbs down the occasional windmilling of my arms and my most valuable gesture the pointing into deep space when folks ask me about polyticks i am simple maker of pictures spreading burnt sienna raw umber warm yellows & making marks across my canvas call me a painter i will leave the label Artist for others to decide since i paint more like a cave man at Lascaux holding a torch in the cave i call the Dark Bird Palace looking for simple mysterious truths i am a modern primitive not by choice but because its really truly who i am Desert---SOULD oily on loose canvas about 60 x 40 july the 4th i here by announce my independence from cat videos and any click bait that says "this man made millions doing this" i confess to the crime of murdering art it was an act of passion but i ask for no leniency and sentence myself to a lifetime at a flea market where i will be rehabilitated and made fit for proper art in another life i staple my windows shut at the flea market old tarps make for elegant curtains and double as security from the felonious finches who wish to break inside and take selfies while posing on elk horns to post on finchbook quantum cowboy i am many things all at once you are currently watching flea market version 2.0 which is a distinct upgrade from when i was a door to door donut salesman in version 2.whocares in the last year i moved back inside my dream house where pictures flicker on my interior walls 24/7 while i lay on a couch drinking ginger ale and listening to the cool color of the moon who are these mysterious white dancing beings in my paintings? ) and turning everyone else into their John and yes they hope you come again Wild Wild Horse-- im not formally trained my use of color is simple my use of materials humble but i am a master of disaster a creator of chaos a disturber of the peace i flip tables to find out what was already on them because i believe in accidents the unplanned the spontaneous combustion of a firey imagination the discovery of the blues with paint afterall im not here to impress your head with my art im here to give you something you know 100% to be true in your heart Puma--SOULD oily 61 x 20 on a good bord Sometimes I feel like a carnie painting at the flea but I also feel like a strange animal when I'm away from the flea so i suppose its entirely possible im like the elephant that escapes the circus and rampages thru downtown while tipping over cars except its the other way around with me im the two headed darkbird with a beard whos fighting off a robin infestation while trying to escape town so i can get back to rampaging at the flea Red Dawg---SOULD about 36 x 62 inches on loose canvas im the worst carpenter youve ever seen the most disasterous of handy men the lamest of archeitects and im in charge of adding another 99 floors to the Dark Bird Palace straight up into the clouds and then i have to add a basement to hide important emergency supplies (paint, thinner, cans of beans and lots of giner ale) and then theres the pool the god forsaken pool everyone knows that adding a pool is nothing but trouble and you dont get your money back when you sell your house not to mention if i catch dark birds paddling around in my concrete pond like silly mallard ducks or worse yet if they pee in the freakn pool Desert Monsters--- about 34 x 63 oily on loose canvas art requires patience even for a painter who believes in trying to capture lightning in a bottle because sometimes you have to step away from the lightning strike for a day or a week to see clearly if that flash of brilliance burnt down the house or if it seared the mysterious shadow of art onto your lucky canvas ground March 7th 2016 foto by Kat Livengood i go a little bit bonkers maybe just plain nuts over the wintertime when i get nothing but cold turkey sandwich and a little shirley temple in a drinkie cup you see im an addict hooked on flea market smoke and mirrors razzamattazz three card monty & hong kong phooey but im always jonzing for aisle J trying to score making my play painting the day cuz ive tried the other juice hit the other joints its never the same & its not where i am when winter breaks i'll be dealing cards at the the Dark Bird Palace March 2016 Steady Bear Totem-- about 60 x 40 my big freakn winter sale is about to end (once i get back to the flea my pitiful desperation drops off) so join my newsletter or check my new art page to see if theres something that is not already SOULD (its slim pickns for slow pokes) CAWWWWWWWW Crow-- 37 x 63 oily on loose canvas thank gawd for nightmares three of the freakn worst I've had now do nothing but elicit warm fuzzy memories much like a strange beautiful flower that rises out of a giant stinking maggot infested cow turd so thank gawd she left me so i could meet the most beautiful woman in my life thank gawd the art galleries wouldnt touch me and i found the flea market thank gawd my house caught fire and i had to get the hell out of that place before something really really bad happened to me yes imagine if three of the worse things you could imagine happened to you within one year and as it turns out they were the best things that ever happened to you in your entire life Gato Shapeshifter-----SOULD about 33 x 21 oily on a wood bord we are the last humans not to have a computer in side us the last humans to drive our own car the last humans to read a map the last humans to hold a book in our hands the last humans to do manual work the last humans to die of natural causes the last humans to experience our world as a place of possibility and mystery i can honestly say im thrilled to be standing out doors in the elements on cold windy spring day at the flea market not knowing what the day holds but im not sure thats what the world wants anymore Sky Dawgs--- will begin this week with my upcoming newsletter where eye will show a boat load of new art and some older paintings that will be available for my sale this year if you havent joined my Dark Bird Gazette at the top of the page today might be the day to do it! am i destined to be a reborn neo lithic cave man who paints dark birds in dim caves with the help of a small torch? will i chase down jack rabbits for lunch in the near future? do i fear a more evolved cro magnon species arriving with ideas of progress from strange lands?

what are these colorful animals that are always wagging their tales? because this is what i suspect is really going on 5 "hey bro i didn't steal your vodka" the security guard in the parking lot then watched as the Dude pulled a huge family pack of pork chops from his sweat pants & threw it on the ground and all i could think of was whether or not the cop would put the chops in the discount rack a healer at the flea told me he could heal me in 5 minutes but i missed the appointment when i realized im nothing if not one of the walking wounded i am more and more certain that god always gives us more than we can handle an artist came by this week telling me about her museum exhibit inviting me to the show where other successful artist would be and i thought to myself if only she knew about my impending solo exhibition at the MOMA in fancy New york city continuing when sane people stop accelerating when others slow often defined as insanity and yet when you do crzy for years and years some people will call you unique & maybe brilliant once they untie you and pull the net off watching clouds predicting weather at the flea i forecasted a 50% chance of a dark bird downpour with a slight chance of dead cowboy sunshine and later this week a possible storm of multicrappia a helpless baby chick falls out of his nest at my shed he's shaking and bewildered with his little feathers sticking out of his tiny head and yet when i look deeply into his beady little eyes i can see that he's really more concerned whether im going to make it thru the day Big Horn Retablo-- 45 x 26 multicrappia deluxe sometimes i think im the only person in santa fe uninterested in evolving reaching transcendence or having a deeper awareness of myself which is pretty obvious to alot of folks as they watch me search for my glasses but if its true that we come from monkeys in the jungle who worked with simple tools living uncomplicated lives of eating mating and playing but evolved into precious baboons with guns & twitter accounts maybe you can understand why im so happy to be an unevolved unenlightened neanderthal doing crude paintings in a shack at a flea market and yet i do so love my sparkling spring water with a nice organic salad still i cant bear porta potties at the flea anymore than i can a piss cup & i would prefer to dig a hole and move when the stench becomes unbearable salvation came to me in the form of a beautiful cat saving me from full on grunting & inappropriate scratching as well as pointing at art collectors as though they were bringing truckloads of bananas leaving me utterly happy in a modern world full of luxuries such as ice cubes & frozen tamales but also haunted by the uncertainty and confusion of modern life yes that would be me Dark Birdus Maximo Confusioness clik hear 4 Other new art June 20th 2016 Summer 16 x 20 oily on a nice bord thanks to all the nice people that continue come out to sea me at the flea its a good reminder to stay close to the ones who "get you" that you dont have to explain anything to anybody cuz there aint no way you can teach someone how to speak art especially if your first tongue is corvid (CAW the Great CAW) New Art ------------ Devil in a im a lucky son of a gun i get to paint everyday but sometimes when im standing at the flea the dust gets dirtier the wind gets colder & traffic disappears and thats when i have to put the devil in a box because im a lucky son of a gun and i have it made and thats why i have to put the devil in a box so he can't get out and run wild thru my head because im a lucky son of a gun and i have it made so long as i keep the devil in a box multicrappia about 21 x 48 May 9th 2016 Dust becomes my second skin on a windy spring day with the ashes of dead plants the disintegrated hides of animals & the skin of past peoples blowing thru the sky skins upon skins i am a mortal covered up by the immortals Dark Bird Retablo---Closed---- about 42 x 64 on loose canvas Dead Artist are ruining the world ok what i mean by that is that art museums are clogged with the rotting bodies of dead artist who they are still pimping for more money like a whore whos body is old and stiff but with a little lipstick some fishnet stockings and a short red skirt they can still sucker the ordinary art viewer into thinking they just got laid when really they just got screwed and the museum got paid while reducing the viewers artistic vocabulary to the same three dead hookers (thats so Basquiate! Shape Shifter-- 24 x 30 oily framed Fleabilly eye am many things as an artist wild & free not beholden to galleries or "powers that be" eye am a Dark Bird, a Desert Dawg a Wild Horse and a Dead Cowboy depending on the light although i do enjoy the occasional good fight but im not here to suffer consider my art your guilty pleasure where a strange Dark Bird sells his art at a Flea Market just out side of town at the crossroads of coming and going where we will both beat the game after all your not here to suffer either..... 20 Point Doe--- 72 x 32 oily on a loose canvas you cant do that. yes i do very much so but until they arrive i hope to continue to paint at the Tesuque Pueblo Flea Market until my time comes which is of course inevitably the nature of things New Art from the Cottonwood Trees about 40 x 63 on loose canvas concrete kills art destroys soul annilates the primal sends a wild horse running a dark bird flying if you wanna end the story of the desert shaman put him in a nicely heated apartment with an i fone next to a starbucks the flea market is over for me this year but i still dream of miles of aisles stuffed with hidden treasures precious jewels people laughing music playing this is the flea market of my mind fresh cool air dust blowing dreams everywhere limitless new mexico views the smell of the desert wild chamisa pinon juniper all exotic perfume for a dark bird holy ground is not where only wondrous things happen holy ground is where the good and the bad meet like a cosmic head on collision creating one big soul from the shattered pieces of obliterated fate confession of a Dark Bird take me out of my rickety shack dressed up like a palace (lipstick on a Dark Bird) and i dont even know if i can paint dont even know if i exist to paint outdoors closer to the wild i absorb the blood sand and hair of the desert beast this is the only place i know to create what is in my primal core i paint what i feel which is the only reliable thing in the universe given the fact that 95% of the known universe is invisible yet most people prefer "realism" ironic isnt it?

Most of them are about unhelpful or rude staff in restaurants, shops or banks and being blatantly ripped off left, right and centre by just about everyone.

they are special (they only drink white whine) yes i know its crazy but i can feel the Dark Bird Palace vibrate somedays and make music others yes i know its crazy but for whatever reason your still reading thistorture me tell me my dog has died but please dont make me listen to rap music at the flea cut my head off stick it on a pike tie me to an anthill naked and afraid loop my entrails around my neck and hang me from a tree but fer gawds sake dont make me listen to Krap music at the flea wear your pants down at your knees turn your hat around 75 degrees pretend your a thug selling the drug but please dont make me listen to your rap music at the flea tell me im audited tell me im going to jail its ok anythings better than another day in hell listening to c Rap music at the flea) 16 x 20 on a wood bord ez to hang no pun intendededed i paint to the IQ level of a smart dog an epiphany realized as i watched a german shephard gaze at my dark bird painting as people walked by as though it didnt exist which doesnt mean humans arent smart or blind its just probable that im followed on Facebook by more dogs than humans it did occur to me that my paintings might be like those special whistles that only dogs can hear leaving humans baffled by what im doing and yet some humans seem to be half canine and can hear my paintings decipher my visual vocabulary comprehend the Great CAW and appreciate my deep love of fleamarketology which doesnt mean im not a dead cowboy because i am and you will always find me at the crossroads of truth and humor at the Dark Bird Palace where theres sure to be a crowd of dogs looking at my art wondering if this dead cowboy can hunt Dark Bird Retablo multicrappia on wood ( humor about myself a giant shield against those that would stab me again and again and again but when it comes to my art im not kidding im dead serious think about it how many artist do you know that use a bungee cord and a tarp to lock up their studio every night?

from 8 miles up into the sky i looked down upon the earth and saw myself standing in front of the dark bird palace looking up into the sky at myself what an awkward feeling when someone catches you looking at them reported sightings far and wide of mini me's that paint like kelly moore that act like kelly moore and even dress like kelly moore now why on earth would anyone want to replicate the bizarre life of an obscure flea market artist?

Hang Loose--- 24 x 72 inches oily on loose canvas im back in the saddle again Desert Prism--SOULD about 35 x 62 oily on loose canvas clik hear to see 7 more new paintings from my new studio at 821 Canyon Road Mouse--SOULD 24 x 30 oily on stretched canvas heard the news?

Bobcats and Wild Horses Dark Birds and Bears and Antelope and Turtles ALL SOULD all three Paintings are about 60 inches long March 27th 2017 They Might be Giants--- 18 x 24 oily on a nice bord eye-40 the inner state of america home of the free wifi land of the brave liberals have you tried our all you can eat buffet today? caution hitchhikers maybe escaped convicts turn around its not too late stop here art made by real indians try our black jack tables roll the dice spin the wheel did you know Jesus died for your sins?

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