Monjonhattahajn Wicohajaelf Hilsicheckels

"Monjonhattahajn"

My practices lead me to your faithful feet that lend themselves to raising myself up higher.

Higher and higher I climb to newer heights and to the most useful understanding of myself. Lighter...

I shine in the darkness placed behind me by the universe. Full of possibilities I arrive at my destination full of years of frustration and mental concern. Secure me feet... in your passion and in your eyes presence in my life.

I work so hard that the summers remember my birth and my creation into this earth yet again: reincarnated.
Liberated.
Secured wealth.
Stress and responsibility.

Fear in this calm is my salvation as in pens the greatest of my appetite to win and to monitor.

Monitor? Are you on... has the military bases forgot my palm.

Psalm upon poem. Uttered misplaced letters of thought and shade. Paid? Not enough.

Enough. Enough.

Transitions in Painting Part II

8 x 10 inches
Paint, ink, chalk and marker on paper
2013

A series of smaller paintings testing out and researching darkness and light. I love these together. Would love to get these all to the Beta Pictoris Gallery in Birmingham, Alabama or another white box spacious gallery.

Transitions in Abstract Painting

16 x 20 inches
Paint on paper
2013

Some of my new work while listening to the new music I started researching with. Academy of Art University watch out because you let in a genius baby god. Lol. :-)

Two New Blue Skull Paintings

Paint on paper
16 x 20 inches each
2013

Two of my new abstract skull pieces. You can make out some shapes from the white/negative space.

"Cortes Eyes, But Not Invading"... I Need More Love

Abstract mark-making in the form of line and gesture. Using permanent ink from a long following stick onto card stock and then arrange into patterns.

I find the technique to be very relaxing and calming. I love the shapes that are visible within the drawn maze of smaller figures.

Experiment with staring at it and trying to find specific shapes.

War Path, Introduction To F.U.T.W.

My best art forward. Wait on the stacked letters of names and numbers. Time to show you I know how to use my codes too.

Ickes! Or Hicks but think of it like Eeks, like scary. ;-)

Moon and Sun Heaven (cough)

My morning Full Moon in San Francisco, California.

Hell Yeah Fucking Right... I'm Me.

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0KCWqnldEag&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D0KCWqnldEag

This HYFR song is clearly about me picking up on the fact that I'm owed royalties for being the inspiration for so many songs.

They clearly say my name so my question is when do I get new money for all of this free advertisements I've helped promote by name... not to mention I'm also 44 when you add my Social Security number  together. Help me God.

In You I Find My Ocean's Roar

Inside her warmth that wraps around to the curves of her thigh I find warmth and peace.

That scent... every time you Avery me I smell what a future could be like... by the ocean... by the beach. You say eat. Eat on... eat me... if you so don't desire.

I frankly want nothing more than to feel your wet openness and the thoughts you hold so close to the yellow bell... the ringing I fear clouds my first instinct to take you into my arms and rock you lightly on the spear you summon (like a wand that only a witch like you could cast with).

I feel your heat... cool sexual nature wrapped up in Fall's weather and the chaos that Summer could bring if you cum for me... bringing with your awakening a son... a Sun. Warm heat. Stomach roars. It's hungry... I'm hungry and no normal food will quench this hunger until you have been satisfied my starry queen.

Near me... I beg... beautiful soul. Near me... come... come... closer. And sit. #Lets Talk.

I argue... we've spoken... let's do more than just pound and talk. Let's make love.

I Am Honest and Have Opened My Hand to You

What more can I say? What more can I do? You tell me I can help the planet and the various economies just by getting off with someone I adore. You say it is part of my power.

Well, I am willing. But if you refuse or won't meet me half way by doing what I've recommended then we all lose and we all fail. You're all on this star together... we are all either helping or hurting. Stop wasting my time if you won't drop draws/trousers and present to me. I won't (by my own law and rules) beg to eat you... you (woman) must obey your own "I need him" and present to me.

I'm here. You see and observe... I'm here and ready at a moments notice to come to your attention... but will you believe in magic is the question I pose to you.

Once more lady... I adore you from head to toe... I'm willing and just waiting. Air and wind go beyond the atmosphere of this planet... and I hear to voices of all light that has entered the years and exited the years long past.

Will you hear my need and want? Or have we lost all way?

Supernova in the Evening Skcih/Sky

Preponderance... in the echoes of contemplated surrendering... gazing quickly far into daylight nighttime lovers sky...  whimper faint there's a cry... sour thinking glazed over by a maze of unending sweet melodies that whisper I love you and think you and breathe... I feel you.

Centuries of icky necks hidden behind the soft spiders crawl behind long... long hair and still the neck of only yours is the one reincarnation that brings back to me... time and time again... wealth and wealth again... love and evolving again. Slowly evolving through another century of symbols and men's remorse for mothers and mother like lovers lost to ourselves... our dreams... those fears.

Knocking quietly in private gazing... knowing that your eyes-essence of sexual liberation and freedom of freedoms knowledge, your mirrors are all to navigate someone in search of Avalon's shore. Avalon calls whispers of the air... the mist. Lock and key tattooed on your arm. A cross on your control. Knees open up. "Water is life. Air is life." Magic... I mean "my trick" is to see and show the locations of that most southern region. A southern region that notices the Pharaohs head extends to the distant shore of one that goes from North to foot and South to head. Avalon... in this stream of consciousness... is in you.

The Western Shore is yours.

Decades old long lost past sorrows past... I long for a near hand of wisdom. A pair of lips that speak in the quiet way that the stomach mumbles it's hunger to man's willing desire.

Fate is of the icky quality, comparatively breaking the molds of the slavery shackled youth of tattooed dissolution... misdirections... quickly put on track by a voice in the chambers of our minds. Body respond to me. Enchant her southern region to respond to my lungs... my air. Air be of my calling. Winds doors be to my command. I demand your water to nurture my drying soul.

What is there to be gained from a power swap... a power share... the electrical rekindling of ancient lessons lost in India's hidden temple mountains. The monks always spoke well of those mountains and how they taught a generation how to sail away.

Contemplating at the rivers bend along oceans shores of Norway's foundation of everlasting constant cremation cycles, lovers process to last the moments, calling of the magic hammer sword dropping into the Lady's lake. Arthur's table has been found. The sword in my hand and blazing from the supernova of your soul. I give it all to you. Quiet. Let's love on the lower rim of our desires. Table bumped toward me. Your answer beautiful eyes... beautiful feet... gaping wide with endless possible questions... Yes, yes, yes, yes, just yes to anything I can make for you or purchase with the chains I broke into half circle bones...

Skulls I want the Italian... hopefully she'll love it all until time freezes into her warmth for me.

Attack. Defend my honor. Break their spirits and bodies. All. Everyone of them.

Attack. 1:06 p.m. Access granted.