The Muse and the Artistian

There once lived a artisian who amused himself,

He fell madly in love with every soul he came across,

For the most part is was his downfall!

What most people didnt realize is he mostly loved them in a way that wasnt perverted! It was as a human loved his family

He felt most alien to other other humans, he mused for them tho, offerd creative insights never before seen!

He loved his own work to but as time went on he spent more time museing

Till the duality of his soul was offerd upon an alter for the world to see!

But in love he fell agian and agian and agian till one day he met his match smiled and said hello!

I think i spent my entire life looking for you and i love you as no other could, i want to be the reason you smile before bed! I want to make your dreams into exctasy!

I want you to feel the warmth  of my sould as their is a special part of it i saved just for you! You are my equall woman and i love you!


The fallowing was written in the trunk of a cage before bed for every woman who has ever intrigued me with her feminene giles and made me pulsate in my own exctasy the dreams you all have made sweet is comfot when night is at its darkest! As i walked my nightly walk new walking stick in hand showing it to my carving friends and walking in peace around becon hill before bed time! I was listening to sublime a band my step sister showed me as a christmas gift! I have never met my little step niece but boy she must be 4 or 5 now and my hope is one day she breaks free and lives her life her way, not how her grandpa would like as he is a mean soul twisted by hate for his own son jelous envy of talent beyound measure! But thats why i am 3.5 grams romainian if i was a ounce of tripple AAA but what nomad doesnt have a mild mix because of fun abroad in the family!

Peace, love and strength my

Peers may odin keep the ice giants from stalking your dreams and turning them into nightmares!


Published by: mitch fourtwenty

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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