... my toe-stub was the best toe-stub in history....

...neon Elvis Christ....

shun shun shine.....

Hot # 2 Druid Book.... un-published memoirs of a manic meiser...

someone spat on my schwagg.....

action stunts at 6 in the PM.....

....Im sorry for gettin' rowdy.... Im relentless for dipping my hand into the void... all this candy seems sooo 60's and dripping....money spins into dusty cups.....trails seem to get overgrown as the laptops hum and grow strong....we live young...to prove that proud men can fade with elegance, dignity,and grace....and then......POOF!!!.....its proof we've all been dead....all along....

tomorrow is a good day for trying something new....

animal card project .......

pocket full of broken plums.....

...biographies already reserved....

..... we had more spunk when we finally noticed that huge, sad American flag sagging down low like an elephant trunk.... our thoughts sunk & drifted by the window's of Hung-Far-Low's.... where some Spanish liquid dripped & NOON lynched the softest roses in the garden.... we took use of our homespun coachwhips to beat back the SUN..... and we followed nothing down a fog condensed corridor..... there was something else for us to be.... the viewer's were haunting us like half-dead ghost's.... a dollar seemed to work for everything.... we could have been patriotic lobbyist's against the Smithsonian..... trying to hide my fathers questionable ethics...... trying to remove the sink he pissed in that we all drank from....... we treat ourselves like momma' house cats.... as we sell her litter in one bargain bin and have our names engraved on lunch menu's and polish                our                       sterling champion faces pure........

materials charged to this world.......

wide playgrounds....

candid flight patterns....

Harley recognizable......