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You Would Destroy All For Which They Have Fought And Suffered
I Said Stand Down Private!
I Buried Their Bones Under The Moss And Thistle Beds
Gone From Me Soft And Sweet, Let Me Hold Her Close And Keep Her Here With Me
Plunged Into The White DitchTufted With Locks Of Wool And Stinging Flesh
Invasion From Above
It Was Dastardly Splintering Of A Wonderful Ambushing
Swift and Slender She Sensed The Omen In African mythology as creatures of grace and speed, the ante
The Sickening Sweetness Of Her Shy Meekness Buckled My Knees And Gave All Of The World To Me
While Doing Her Bidding, A Charlatan Hissing. She Inspired My Secrets With A Clattering Chattering
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Wind May Tangle the Hair on your Head, You Sing Like a Siren to Me
With Hope in Her Eyes, She Danced in Green Lights
We Will Fold & Freeze Together Far Away From Here
Of The People, By The People, For The People
Welcome to Sunnydale
You Know Who Wouldn't Have Called - Starbuck
In you Heart There's a Spark That Just Screams
We Couldn't Let Rosemary Go -She's Shackled In The Cellar
With Wild Garlic & Raspberries She Led Them To The Slaughter
You Were The Thunderous Thumping That Caused All Of My Enthralling
Winter and Steel Anchored Her Desolate Resolve
The Thick Taste of Cedar Planks Fed Her Vengeful Demeanor
She Was Prone To Fits Of Rage Burned Out Spirit Sage
The Warm Fever Had Embraced Her But For A Split Second She Remembered
The Rhetoric of Misery & Mystery Was Transparent At Best
She Secretly Sings of Orchids and Whispers
She Ravaged Her World With Indulgent Conceit
Mr. Torrence's Bad Day
No Matter How Much Of It She Took, The Medicine Refused To Work
Serving Its Purpose, Wrath Under The Surface - It Was Enough To Break Her copy
She Cried Tears Of Thistle And Wine
With Cinnamon & Barley On Her Breath She Lied About What Last Winter Meant
With This Clattering And Din I Am Calling You, Come On Darkness
In Her Bedroom For Hours She's Cloaked By Dried Flowers And The Boxes Used For Collecting
I'm Sorry, Grace Doesn't Live Here Anymore
I Will Be With you When You Lose Your Breath
I Want To Believe
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Harboring The Innocent Was Not Acceptable
Her Meekness Would Shatter Glass and Bone
Her Offensive Slashes Were Flesh Wound Splashes And It Was Simpler Than She Wanted
I Built Her Legend Up In Seconds And Created An Unattainable Myth
Defiance Will Bear A Broken Branch To Stall Her Liberation
Danny and Tony
Candy Coated Sugar Bombs
Bjork's - Human Behaviour
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Back in the Woods, Under Ashes, There Are Stones
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And A Shadow Falls On Half Her Face, And You Were One I Could Not Replace
A Saber Takes Labor, But A Blaster Is Faster
2012 Zombie

Operating on the edge between street and highbrow art, Fatica’s world is dark and devoid of highbrow puffery, instead depicting a surreal, nihilistic future inspired more by David Lynch’s Eraserhead than the bright futurism explored at the 1939 World’s Fair.

-Orlando Weekly

 

We can’t think of anything more delightful than indulging in meticulously rendered prurient fantasies.

-Phoenix Sun Times

 

A sublime blend of Tim Burton and Botticelli.

-Baltimore Examiner

 

The eyes are a well of unanswered questions that draw you into Patrick’s work, leaving you admiring the details and searching for answers.

-Cool Gifting 

 

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