Broheera

Kristen and my tshirt design

Pigmalia

and people too







Sardonic faces pop from out the wood
Tunes bask in the soot
as children
carve ancestry on walls

Oh farms

Day Seven

on an evening such as this
your words cut butter
your eyes chuck corn

Day Five

Where are the good times lurking,
you lacklife scallywag

Day Four

Abodes a bustle.
Funky not junky.

Day Three

I am lengthy charges of depth and grind.

Day Two

Wyeth in my hands

Day One

Under this skin your blood rustles and moves.

Kuludu

with blue and pink pajamas
the trick was flipped
Du calme du calme

Misha.

bellow, gripe and howl.
I am the salamander king.

Blahgeera.

choo choo.

Ari.

"We are what we repeatedly do".

Oh noes!

Geeroja.

On the cusp of regret,
Damn This Feeling a la Hayden:
Ignore shitty computer microphone plz.

I can't stop dreaming of New Jamestown and Winston therein.
Need to stop, need to paint.

Semegira.

You are a shoreline disappearing into an ocean,
so I'll just eat tofurky with quiet pleasure;
While the waste, blossoming red yellow and orange,
takes millions of young turnip lives.

Make a little love.

La Anima Secondaire.
I breath graphite and chew lead.
Carrots are so hot right now just wait and see.

Animina.

La Anima Premia.

The First.

The lengthy withdraw.

the summer was sweet,
nights laden with weedsmoke and ridiculous ramblings
can't wait to submerge into this world of images upon images.

a selection of scandalous summer scribblings: