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May 6, 2015

Old Dixon Ticonderoga


 This is about pencils and wanting to get away from screens and draw shitty cartoons.

Old Dixon Ticonderoga #2








It’s raining out the window
and my eyes are pixelating
Staring at computer screens.
I just want to pick up my
Old Dixon Ticonderoga
and draw shitty pictures of my
            Dreams.
My iPhone is buzzing
To say I’m 10 minutes late,
My eyes are heavy,
and my give-a-damn is waning.
I just want to pick up my
Old Dixon Ticonderoga
and draw shitty pictures of my
            Dreams.
I’ve been up and running
for what seems like 47 hours,
but it’s only been 129 minutes.
Don’t know why I’m counting down,
when there’s no rocket to launch. 
I just want to pick up my
Old Dixon Ticonderoga
and draw shitty pictures of my
            Dreams.
My mind is ruminating
on all the stupid shit I wish
I’d never done
Sometimes I think I’ve
just forgotten what it’s
like to simply have some fun.
Life needs a giant eraser
I’d just wipe some
mis-(or missed)-adventures away,
and start over again
with a relatively clean page.
I just want to pick up my
Old Dixon Ticonderoga
and draw shitty pictures of my
            Dreams.
I’m a terrible artist so
this metaphor is lame,
I don’t care because I’m
drawing superheroes
flying through outer space.
My mind is like 2-year old
scattered all over the place.
I just want to pick up my
Old Dixon Ticonderoga
And draw shitty pictures of my
            Dreams.

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