Aren't we like Jell-O, though,
tightly pressed
into our molds,
forced to become something
beyond our control
And it is there,
while we refrigerate
cooled and hardened
and set in our ways,
that we sacrifice
our innocence
for the sake of conformity
and yet we remain
so firm in our malleability,
living oxymorons,
giving testament to the truth
that we all ought to fear.
How free
how free
are we really
in a prefabricated society
and were we ever?
Rustic urchins
lurk empty-bottled
with Neptunian eyes,
all briny and ocean-like -
The air is mangled,
vexed with irkish cacophony,
and shoved, uncooked,
like a jagged song,
through a rapacious flume -
I am rancid with passion,
rank, evil-smelling and rotten,
trapped in a quagmire
of perusal,
ramshackled and unabated,
boiled in tequilla spillways,
sodden, souted, soused,
three sheets in the wind,
slandered by swishy accounts,
my soul, secluded
and detached.
Morassed by a myriad
of ragtag ribble-rabble,
the night disintegrates
into the neon dazzle
of a midnight cabaret.
by Tim Paschall
Current Residence: Denton, MD (USA) Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams, Berenice Abbott Favourite style of art: (fine art) Impressionism (architecture) Art Deco (photos) Black and White Operating System: OSX and Windows XP MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Scooby Doo
Favourite Visual Artist
Edward Hopper
Favourite Movies
Big Lebowski
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
AC/DC, Airbourne, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Favourite Writers
(poet) e.e. cummings (novels) Sherwood Anderson
Favourite Games
L.A. Noire
Favourite Gaming Platform
X-Box 360
Tools of the Trade
Adobe Design Suite CS5, Prismacolor markers, Higgins inks, Sharpies and Design drawing pencils