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Jun 16, 2013

Princess Dirty Bun Emergency Bunvival guide

Your age doesn’t really matter to this point.
Black pudding is pig blood.
Look im sick of u perverted men falling in love with me.
and expecting mountains in return.
u bore me.
if u arent a drug dealer u are useless and therefore repulsive.
I close my eyes and think back to Grandma ROgers brook and raspberries.
I dip my feet in the cold water.
very out of character, I know
SKipping.

chirping.
drug hunting

Black skeletons sitting at the dinner table

unusable house
unusual chairs
twisted family
lost ghosts



Jun 12, 2013

mfortki:

Bunny Rogers: Solo show at Appendix in Portland, Oregon 



Jun 10, 2013



Jun 9, 2013

Tears on the rock

Some things probably get left behind
with my knees curled into my chest
“You’ve got to kiss and hug—
Words aren’t enough” I think
as I tear it into pieces now
Can one innocent child bring this family back together?
Or is it too late?

The sensitive comic

I know I’ve got a guilty face
I want to sit in a cell and turn my back away from you



Jun 7, 2013

appendixprojects:

Shades of berny

Bunny Rogers


Opens tomorrow, Friday, 6/7/13 @ 8 PM.


Shades of berny include berry, burgundy, merlot, cabernet, maroon, and blood. 
All “wine colors” and any desaturated jewel tones occurring in the West Wing.

The home of one splintering scarecrow,
a chair in pain.
A loss of pigmentation due to natural sunlight,
a frozen still life.

She is asking you to see her,
Much like the iceblock, locked away in a freezer.

She is asking you to see her pugalo,
And she smells good and she feels healthy.

You can kill the Beast. You cannot kill the Beauties.

An unusual chair sits in the corner between two walls: 
“Every day… every hour… think only of ru.”



May 23, 2013



May 21, 2013

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