conrad_murkins

I'd like to share some art with you beautiful folks. I'm currently living in Saigon, Vietnam and there's a nice art scene developing here. This first piece is a portrait of myself (narcissistic tendencies confirmed) as a kind of surrealis...
Shout-out to the honest.cash crew. I've been thinking a lot about the timelessness of the written word. I'm going to share a few of my favourite quotes here -- I hope you enjoy! If you feel the urge, respond to this post with some of your...
On Thursday, December 20th 2018, our recently reappointed President Michael D. Higgins (affectionately referred to as Miggedly Higgins), signed the Health (Regulation of Termination of Pregnancy) Bill of 2018 into law. The final flourishe...
a crutch is a means to a pillow to rest on for eyelids grown heavy and mind whittled down. feeble and feverish, the body a-tangle, absurd is the flesh.
as the sun settled you taught me the beauty in transience; drifting junk boats on the water, as creatures we’re fleeting, so let us collect all instants of ecstasy, gilded in memory, ephemeral in deed: indeed to...
the corporate colt-45 chants triple 6: the mark of the much-maligned beast. the spectre of ‘progress’; consistent and callous: bulldozing the dreams of small business owners, scorching the earth and upending the locals. ...
stones of jade stay still – at her eyes envious. mountains move out of her way. brooks cease their babbling as rocks rearrange: beatified in her wake.
i sat and watched a kettle boil, as several lifetimes whipped by no heat passed through the coil. i dreamt i was standing on a mountain's edge, next i was clinging to a skyscraper's ledge, i pictured myself suspended high u...
arise to sunshine tickling the flora, the oaks and the pines manifesting an aura, the chills down your spine run rapid like bobsleds, in a race to the finish- line up and be placed on society’s conveyor belt or ...
we lost ourselves in a swirl of smoke; in a hall of mirrors, leaving the museum, tapestries covered the floor, on the trudge through obfuscated eyes to the bierhaus, we lost us: now and then i revisit on occa...
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"have you ever stopped to consider how many people didn't screw up for you to be sitting here tonight?" mental health is a topic that is much more comfortable to avoid. it is a hard truth. as down as one may feel, i fully believe that t...
i rolled out of my bed this morning, i admired the garden and picturesque awnings, whether trough or crest - well, i'd still be yawning, arabesque decor spells out "culture whore" it's a sad fact that the wealthy ignore, tha...
you must think i came down in the last shower snatched straight off the stork you’re oh so grown; holding all power in the palm of your hand understand THAT’S how you finesse a narrative apparently you can’t keep o...
what i pine to see is more neo-soul and fewer neo-nazis more humanists with arms flung open wide embracing those in need of shelter like my ancestral brethren i want to see them settled in… “your own back yard” ...
passers-by toss pennies into the fountain: wishing for fortune, or forgiveness, salvation, redemption… to feel.
no matter the muster to resist; the breeze that moves the leaves continues to blow, no matter the bluster, the willow holds branches waving to greet you and welcome you home no matter the yearning, ...
It appears to be a form of universal intuition that sound can deeply affect our physiological and emotional states. We see this in the meditative trance state induced by the chants of Buddhist monks. One could claim that far removed from ...
darling do you realise, the mist that swirls inside your eyes? in the evening time, stretched wide to house the moon, you grin and check my vital signs, then trace the course of my palm-lines, etched paths twist and turn, conver...
rorschach blotter soaked into bitter spittle, ink loaded heavy in my pen - and clumsy on the outlet, thoughts drowned quicker than bricks inside a bag of kittens, bound and tossed swiftly into winter's murky river, shattered squ...