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Female clown surrounded by werewolf dolls and the apparatus of making werewolf puppets, detailed pencil drawing, egon schiele.

I'm holding out for the watermelon-kiwi Dr Pepper.

"What would happen to the formal and thematic qualities of my work if I embraced the dysfluency of my voice instead of concealing my stutter through song?"

"He harnesses a rage (riddle: a cough)

I heard a bastard · hovering about me,
an absolute nuisance · nestled by my side,
clinging, like a child · clasped around my neck
he cries out, sputtering, · clamouring to speak.
When I temper him, · tending to his whims
I listen to him blather,· the burden I must bear.
Stifle him and he shrieks, · shouting louder
the firmer he’s held down. · In fierce winter winds,
he harnesses a rage · racking my breastplate
with all his foul force, ·fists constantly flying,
battering my bones · a bludgeon, though feeble.
Who is this creature, · this constant pest
growing ever galling · though I grip him by the throat?"

--Cassidy McFadzean, 2012

Bombing the tents. (via @cassidymcfadz)