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ArtistOwlcoholics (12/12/1996) Jim-Jams sound the morning grey Hookup jag romp, burnt ashtray Smelling yesterday's decay Shallow vessel, halo nay Through dimensional pillories We tally up our novelties Unravel all our rivalries And snivel-snavel salaries Distasteful halo chaos yields The fading fruits so far afield "Tweek inherent," sighed the shield Protecting knavish fawns unpeeled Tip-toe sneak, on meaning creep Haiku guffaw fawned by a weep Augment the darkness with a peep Hades, Hades, do aim cheap! Boats drop idly, shit jars phase As you awaken to a cloudy haze As yesterdays form hazy daze Whopped by these Owlish Hate Gourmets
A front-facing, full-body portrait of a detailed white and gray quilled paper owl looking directly forward with wide open pale yellow eyes with thin black pupils, centered in front of a gray background with the word "Owlholics" in large bold red letters across the top, styled like a magazine cover. The owl has a small yellow triangle-shaped beak, small black claws that are barely visible and small swirls of paper quill patterns on its wings, which give the impression of feathers. The text beneath the owl describes a story, with various stanzas on the left and right sides of the owl, some of which are difficult to read and appear to be placeholder text. The background is gray with a blurry, bokeh-like appearance. In the foreground, there are two small wooden boats with textured sides and flat bottoms floating in water with ripples, each containing a small glass jar with a metal lid. The jar in the left boat contains two keys, one large and one small, on a string, while the jar in the right boat contains small, blurry black spheres attached by wires. In the far background, two other blurry, small wooden boats with jars can be seen. The overall image has a soft focus with a shallow depth of field
