Marco DiLeonardo Art

"Black Stool"
February 2007


Good Intentions.

Things started properly but turned out horribly wrong.

Goes in fine, comes out tainted.
Black.
Like you drank prune juice with a side of tar.

"Nonsense"
February 2007

Another piece done in the Hospital.
Feels like I'm be here forever.
Waiting in this kind of a place is no way to go through life.

"Fucko Jones"
January 2007

Get rid of the pictures you have of your friends.

Fill the space with something that won't remind you of all the stupid shit they say and do.

You don't always have to get over it.

Sometimes you can simply cover it up.

"To Wait For"
February 2007


If we wait the pieces will fit.

It will fall into place when the smoke clears.

Only time will tell.

Until then we'll have to wait.

"Heartburn"
February 2007


A B C D

E F G

3 Years away.

"The Weight Of Wait"
February 2007

You'll keep us here. Here for the rest of our miserable lives. That tiny flame continues to flicker even when you're gone. Even when you're with your actual diminishing fire.

You can disappear for now, but the words you've said linger. These aren't things that are easily forgotten or possible to take back. Your plea of temporary insanity can't help you here. Your vices will only drag you down closer to us. Limbo is where we live. We'd love to have you.

We'll be here. Waiting.