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Gregory Kimbrell

Poet and Mythmaker. Dream Traveler. Tigerman. Gorillacat.

Collages

WORK
Domesticated Ones
The Royal Cities
A Vertical World
NIBIRU
Facsimile
Every day we live up to a promise
The master
The false vampire kills quickly
The crypt
The ermine is a kind of weasel
Five
A new understanding of himself
The pig became the symbol of something repulsive
If this is not a pipe, what is it
You want people to do what you want
The beginning was the image
You can't see it...it isn't there
We still don't think
No one knows you. No one
Now is the time to move forward
Correcting an improper bite
Softbox
I embellish upon what I already have
Burn the machines for peace of mind
The property you seek will never fall into the abyss
So soft they'll be asking to go to bed
Lambs wish they had a coat like this

Top image: Gray-scale edit of The pig became a symbol of something repulsive

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