Doug Reaves

I am just a weak, romantic artist, trapped in a mundane and lifeless sitcom of predetermined laugh tracks and all too predictable storylines.

Tragedies happen everyday. This is just another pit stop on the path to eternal anonymity.

The inevitability of our mortality is not something to be feared.

Our…

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A political paralysis painted on canvas sewn from Stars and Stripes of red white and blue have defined our corrosive culture of conformity and consumption. Violence is a virtue of spiritual survival in a world where your god has been slain by a populace void of emotion. We draw lines of division to define our gluttonous greed and prop up our virtuous privilege of false freedoms and deplorable democracy. Watch the world burn or take a bow and be free. The most selfless act is one of choice and free will. Nothing of desire will be left behind and it won’t be long before the mourning turns to the next billing cycle. Forever asleep on the left arm of a forgotten.

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Like the bricks that compose the constructs of cathedrals from a time known only through antiquated text, my bones deteriorate with methodic precision with every stride. My feet strike the blacktop with violent declarations of determination and my legs, although abound in exhaustion, remain incorruptible in their devotion to keeping…

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The color pallet of human emotion is vast and diverse. Fear, guilt, anger, excitement, lust and even joy are all components of a greater collective that create the construct for each of our own unique individual personalities. Only when we can accept the faults and failures within these emotions in…

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