and all before us was the long dark night

is it my fault that some days feel like murder?; acrylic paints and inks on untempered masonite board, 6 x 8 inches. In the shop.

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Do you ever wonder what happens to femme fatales? Like high school football stars, they have their glorious moment of mayhem and bending weaker-thans to their will, but then what? Do they just adjust their game, and prey on older fools? Or do they go the way of the shabby crowd, macerated by age and all the other heavy gravity forces that seep and wreathe their way into us over time, winding down our thoughts and dreams and movements until it's all some grinding miasma of just wanting some peace and quiet and a decent chair?


  1. I hope they find a good chair, beside a cozy fire, and an interesting book.

  2. the one I had to deal with lost a child, then a marriage and has had to feel like a regular person..hopefully made her a nicer person..but I don't think I will ever know.

  3. I once knew an ageing femme fatale, she had breast implants and married a wizened lord.


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