Open Your Eyes

How wild are you willing to get?


Artwork by:


Artwork by:


so high we smoking horses


so high we smoking horses

What Do You Do with a Face like a Bullet?

When that footstep gunshot

comes walking through the door

it’ll be too late

to dodge it.

Feeling it’s like

feeling god

and feeling that much

makes me nauseous.

My jaw’s left hanging,

sights still shaken

through a dilated glaze

on the way to awaking

shockwaves slipping

off my veins sweet

and bitter

to taste, maybe savor

like that last bit of liquor.

Hips like trigger guards

and legs like grips

ripping through my skull

to pool in violets

that linger by the barstool

barely underneath.

Tell me what to do

with a face like a bullet.

Do I take it to the muzzle

or turn to bite my teeth

because I know it’s gonna happen

and it’s gonna fucking hurt

but it’ll be so beautiful

it’d probably be worth it

to look it in the eye

when it hits

but then it’d see me dying

and I don’t want it crying

over me

when it can’t stop firing.

So for now

my teeth are grinding

and I’m waiting,


thinking about what to do

with a face like a bullet

when it hits.


WildFievel & A-Wizard

Birth of Smudge
A-Wizard & WildFievel

Part of the Pleasure

Leaning on my desk

I see her standing over there

with that black magic

hair, raven sleek stare

and god-forbidden hips

though god knows I never cared.

Like church service skirt shadows

I can’t look away from,

my eyes walk a line

from neck veins to navel.

Flesh framed

to temples of voodoo ritual,

touch eachother’s dolls,

burnin’ weed in the steeple.

I spread strawberries preserved

in belladonna nectar

opening under

a crescent grin,

essences stretched

effervescently thin

into the cauldron


I feel like I could get in trouble,

the same kind of trouble

since I was six,

that trouble I like

makes me bite my lip

and Virgin Mary séance candle

eyes get lit.

Taboo sits in the sight

of the brainwashed

contained by worry

over what could be

laughed at.

It’s laughter I hold back

that’s part of the pleasure

in the middle of the night

with this sultry sorceress

gripped to my side,

knowing nothing is wrong

and this shit’s alright,

surrounded by jokes

of people

keeping themselves

from being this







Untitled (2 ft. x 4 ft.)
spray paint and acrylic on osb


Wizard Shit