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"Denial"- Digital Mixed Medium Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

"Denial"- Digital Mixed Medium Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

"<a> < a href= " heaven in a box></a> "- Digital Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014

"<a> < a href= " heaven in a box></a> "- Digital Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014

Nirvana at a glance

The warmth of your touch , nirvana at a glance, let me have this dance ,
The softness of your lips , glory in a kiss, I am lost in your Essence of your scent. Youth is a brush stroke , a touch of blush to bring out the color , the warmth of your touch , an orchestra of the reactions of thousands of nerves singing their own song, we always catch nirvana at a glance but maybe this time there is a chance it will last, it will last .


Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

This is art or some shit .

" Satirical Shift " - Digital Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

" Satirical Shift " - Digital Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

Silence

Chop time into semi decimal hexagon , all wisdom is found out in silence , there is no rhythm to our dance no rhyme to our reason and I love it that way , all wisdom is found in silence , eternal strokes of genius momentary lapse of reason, all wisdom is found in silence, your kiss, waves lapping upon my lips , messages of peace, serenity and grace , set my hands on fire to burn down the walls surrounding my heart, let the right one in , case and point , all wisdom is found in silence , hiding in the unearthly rhythms of your heart , where do I even start, running my fingers down your spine , I want what never was mine , all wisdom is found in silence, let me go so I can let you in , chop time into semi decimal hexagon, time.


Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 


This is art or some shit.

Stillness Song

There is stillness roaming about the room destined to consume every atom and dust particle , stillness is a disease feasting on silence and youthful alienation , forgetful youth forget the truth and are sold to lies and the highest bidder, men in Gucci suits kneel before teens opening their mouths red lasers emit scanning the youngsters irises dooming them to extinction, stillness roams about the earth seeking souls to add to its collection plate, youth in Gucci suits beat the elderly and steal a lifetime of hardwork , their batons are Chanel. Lost in abandoned bunkers of long forgotten wars with only our perversions to keep us company a Yale graduate student crying in the bathroom covered in vomit Ivy League fuck up, stillness moves everything around me stand still and it will move you too, stillness is the poor mans richest asset.

Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

This is art or some shit.

This just wasn’t my year

I paid to be cryogenically frozen in 2014 and the year is now 2059 , when I woke I discovered I had not changed but then I look out my window and I don’t like what I see so I climb back in my chamber. maybe this just wasn’t the year to reanimate. APK this is art or some shit .

Birthday Sex

My heart is like a lonely begger begging for change , change change a little bit of change is good for my God connection , uploading my love life to Facebook let the good times escape into dark alleys where the only brave will tread , I have been misled I have been misled holding our bodies hoping not to disintegrate it’s not too late it’s not too late , maybe a second date? Maybe dinner and a movie maybe a lifetime of avoided sadness , maybe a birthday cake with a mushroom stamp and trick candles . Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014

hidden harmonious, vacant hideouts.

hidden harmonious, vacant hideouts.
God fearing , child rearing, theres the clearing.
Protection Projection , Peoples Court.
Sanctified Soul Child, Singing alone.
Gulping Gladness through twisty straws, gauze.
forget , forget , forget, I love your lips.
cures for HIV born through robots, IBM EDM.
Beating youth for comedies sake, please pass the cake.
take in all trough visual portals, digest disgust delicately in silence.
wondering the streets alone in a dinosaur costume, the only thing
that is extinct here is my trust in humanity.
taking in your scent through ceiling vents, I can’t even pay my rent.
heaven sent me a dollar and I made it into a paper airplane and flew it
off of the Empire state building, I don’t need George Washington to tell
me who my friends are.
hidden harmonious, vacant hideouts.

Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014

I’m in the dryer

Crawling vines Scratchy spines once I hold you , you’ll be mine , eating dirt just to feel the soil between your teeth helps me feel more alive being close to a non sentient biological Essence, I’m in duress I’m in detox I’m in the dryer , crawling crime youth sex troops bombing the streets with Lisa frank color by numbers misdemeanors , reroute your escape route most of the time it ends in mid sentence .