another shots of me by Damien Vignaux
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Everywhere I go, it’s me and me. Half of me living my life, the other half watching me live it.
All of my current PRIDE “doodles” for pride month because no one should be ashamed of who they are. Fuck what anyone else says.
If there are any I missed feel free to message me or you can message me just for the hell of it I like taking to people.
also I do commissions email me at peixelart@gmail.com and we can talk it out.
The Kmart, on St. Mark’s Place
It’s a nightmare. It reminds me of a Lovecraft story - there’s definitely an Innsmouth look to the staff and consumers. I wonder if it marked me? I noticed a weird stain on my pants, I don’t know how it got there? Is that the rot?
Oh Jesus, I found a glove, asked a staff member if there was a lost and found. He told me “just toss it back.” His teeth looked sharp, had he eaten the hand that had once occupied the glove? Somewhere in the depths of the store, Was someone more terrified than they’d ever thought possible, cauterized stump throbbing and some of the more debased staff, unable to go onto the regular shop floor, approaching from the gloom with shining teeth and sightless eyes?
I heard my name. The prescription was ready. Looking down, I saw a matching stain on the other leg of my pants. I reached for my phone to document this, and nothing but stale circus peanuts fell from my pockets. I’m very hungry. I wonder if they’re hiring?
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty
According to my bond; no more nor less.
Good my lord,
You have begot me, bred me, lov’d me; I
Return those duties back as are right fit,
Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
Cordelia in Shakespeare’s King Lear, Act 1, Scene 1
“She and I took her grandson, Simon, to see The King and I in New York, and during intermission people kept coming up and saying, ‘Oh, Lucy, we love you!’ I asked how it felt to be called Lucy. She said, ‘It always gives me a thrill. I don’t know how I could even answer if they called me Miss Ball.’” (x)
‘He Just Smiled and Shot Both My Kneecaps’
Young native man from the Ojibwe nation, reports being openly targeted by a police officer using “non-lethal” weapons to cause serious harm.
“He shot me with a rubber bullet right in the belly button, and when I showed him that he had hurt me, he just smiled and shot both my kneecaps,” he said.


“I was tear gassed over 15 times, which made it hard to breathe and left my face burning for hours. I got hosed down with a water cannon in freezing temperatures leaving me hypothermic, and I was slammed into a barbed wire barricade out of panic caused by the police after a flash grenade was thrown and caught fire to a field,” said Cheyenne, a young native woman from Michigan, whose face was streaked with tear gas, and whose eyes were red and swollen.
Yep. Thanksgiving. Native American Heritage Month. Celebrated in 2016 by encroaching on Native land and assaulting Native bodies.
It’s the traditional American way.
Oh yeah its the time of year to be thankful, therefore give thanks for rubber bullets, tear gas, water / sound cannons, concussion grenades and the freedoms for a bunch of evil bastards to attack groups of unarmed people without the “legal” ability to defend themselves.
#NoDAPL #NativeAmerican #Thanksgiving #FuckThePolice #StayWoke
You can donate money or supplies to help support protesters at this link: http://sacredstonecamp.org/donate/
MADDER LOVE
“ So, miss, I couldn’t help notice you were staring at my seltzer bottle … ack, I can’t do this, Harley, I feel like an idiot. ”
“ Well, puddin, so do I when you want me to be Bizarro Power Girl with that stupid butt window. Or wear the Wonder Woman outfit with the Gorilla Grodd head. But I do it, because it makes you happy. ”
“ But I'm ALREADY an evil clown! Look at me! I haven’t seen anything this creepy since the time I dropped in unannounced on Scarecrow in his hideout and he was just wearing a hat and a straw-packed Speedo! You know what, I’m not even in the mood now. I’m going to go work on those toxin-coated playing cards for the Gotham Poker Championship next week, then go to bed. ”
“ You get right back here, mister, and show me a romantic evening, or I’m gonna tell Lex Luthor and Felix Faust and all your Legion of Doom buddies about that night we got really drunk when you thought you finally killed Bat-Moron and you begged me to dress up in the red tunic and green booties – ”
“ You *WOULDN’T*. ”
“ Try me, pal. I got pictures. No, I *didn’t* delete them all. Now start from the top, with the seltzer bottle. And don’t forget the balloon animals. ”
Elaine Duillo, 1966
Me, at any event!
Me at work😒
Same 😏
Think about this.
I just got a ride home from the gym from a 40-ish year old five foot tall white woman that I’ve never talked to before tonight.
She offered as she saw me leaving. I live literally across the street. Maybe a 5-10 minute walk.
I asked her why she wanted to give me a ride and she said “Because with what’s going on out there I don’t think it’s safe for you to talk alone in the dark.”
I’m a black male in my late 20s who is six feet 8 inches tall and is roughly 400 lbs. I’m a literal giant.
And she feared for my safety because of what she’s seen on the news all week.
Think about that shit.


