hairy girls are hot

the first one I made turned out pretty well so I decided to take on doing a consistent series!

a few things I neglected to post over the past few months!

enjoy! feedback is always appreciated!

Sparkly Deer Antler Necklace holder

unicorn dome ring holder

merry christmas, here are your dogs.

one that sparkles, one that glows

Lisa Frank had a Nightmare.

It looked like this.

Self Portrait with Captain Molases N. January

The Womb Was So Much Better.

I have really got to practice taking better aligned photos of my art.

Wednesday Feeled Trip

Best Day Ever

All Backed Up

Me, the Super Hero Cat






Badass Painting I made at Taylor's house





Taylor's doodle that will soon be on my arm forever




Fun Painting I made for this Ginger I know.



I'd been meaning to post those for a long time.

welcoming the tens

as time passes on
the world seems to be shrinking.
soon i will be able to wrap my fists around it
and play a good game of kickball.

Dark Side of the Tangram

Do you guys like Tangram Puzzles? A couple of my friends brought me to this house where the occupant was a dude who was pretty much stuck in the Industrial Revolution except for the fact that he was way into LSD. He's the closest I've ever been to meeting a truly steam punk individual. Anyway, when we got to his house, he'd been spending the whole night in his kitchen solving tangram puzzles while his pissed off ex-girlfriend was packing all of her belongings to move out. To say the least, it was simultaneously the coolest and most awkward drug deal I've ever witnessed.

I just realized I wish I'd drawn Chtulu instead of that octopus.

come back from san francisco

[clinck to enlarge]

the transparent transient, transcending his travels through constancy

the vagrant's fragrance slowly vacated the premises with his desultory saunter. the worst part of insomnia comes when there is nothing left for the mind to consider, for the heart to develop, for the soul to continue. and the vagrant suffered such strife. he'd nothing left in his nose to pick, no bits of scalp left to scratch off, although if he had, his fingernails were bitten down to useless nubs, and his toes could not quite reach the top of his head. the townspeople were comfortably familiar with his presence in the quarter, some offered him coins and small notes though ne never solicited. many people even endeavored making sorts of associations to him, but he did not receive small talk, deep talk, or any talk at all. and peculiarly for a nomad, neither did he seem to talk talk. he just seemed to be perpetually expecting something to come to him. something unremarkable to anyone, including himself, but important enough for him to anticipate, with the sky as his chronometer, solar hours, lunar months, planetary annums. but he did not wait through minutes or by the hour for darkness to pass. he lingered in blank space, nothingness, a silent black eternity night after night. he waited. for someone, something, he never said, but as soon as dark fell he was sure to be out there, illuminated only by the fluorescent greens pinks and blues of liquor stores across the vast car lot on which he resided. He remained with patience, nothing left to imagine, going completely unnoticed or ignored by most passersby, unable to dream to pass the time, until he reached the end of each night. and every morning, with the split of the dawn sun yawning into the rainbow sherbet sky, he was gone.

why, why, my love? my self is weeping for your heart that must only beat while the rest of the world is sleeping.

imaginaries lost in shadows of memories meant to be forgotten

mythological mumbling making my mind murky--
what way with words we would want while wagering wasted wonders!
to think that today totes terrible toils to tend to, tomorrow.
euthanasia eutrophicating euphoric euclidean euphemisms euphemizing euphuism.


hah!

gloo gong foo

works in progress...?