Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Something

A friend is dying.

His knees hurt.

Morphine.









2.5 x 3.5 inches
colored pencil
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  1. AnonymousAugust 19, 2009 at 1:07 AM

    In the Tibetan philosophy, Sylvia Plath sense of the word, we're all dying.

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