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Sam Pickett
poems, illustrations, photos, paintings, and ramblings from an aspiring artist and writer.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
I am...
...drawing and dreaming.
After all, they go hand in hand.
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Art Essay, Crosby, Junior Year
thinks it feels good to cry. crying is purifying, ...
sometimes i fear that i might be incredible.
"Don't ask yourself what the world needs; ask your...
coming out ya mouth with your blah blah blah
i love
Rest in Peace, Emily Dickinson.
Forefathers Day Teen Essay Contest, 2008
Adding and Subtraction
Jewelry Box
The Red Cookout
Bloodwork
Braces
Plymouth Is...
When I Draw
I am...
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Air
Wish
Self-Portrait
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Worthy
The Air is Alive
Silken Feather
Creature of the Night
Stars
I miss you.
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My Body Likes You
I'm going to grow up and live in a quiet forest an...
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Candles in Jam Jars
art essay
Smoking
I Want to Taste the Rain
Golden Bird
We Are the Brainwashed Generation
Essence of Long Beach
Well hello there!
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sam pickett
Sam Pickett is an aspiring artist and writer. Likes: drawing, reading, writing, big sweaters, inky pens, beards, milky coffee. Dislikes: loudness, arrogance, lateness, hearing people chew.
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