that's it...that's all I'm gonna show...it's just from a rough draft, anyway, and i already lost it once...and i don't know the title.

i've been working on twenty-4 little pictures and here are two of them...maybe you will some day see the other 22 or maybe you won't. we'll have to wait and see what happens with WWIII.

the song i like for the past few days

my shack life

she said. "You gotta see this."

she didn't say. "There's a frog stuck to the window."

stop looking down. turn off the tv...you'll see.

My Shack Life

The Hornblower

He threw coins on the ground around his can and played the notes that wouldn't be heard. They only heard notes the authorities gave them permission to hear...He was the Hornblower. He was the troublemaker. He was deranged.

asleep on the lawn

He was asleep and he knew he was asleep.

"Somebody will take care of me." He dreamed.

"I can sleep all day."

Good Morning

It's 5:30 in the morning with 3 and a half hours of sleep and I think that's all I'm getting.
But I did dream of car crashes and explosions on the highway.
I dreamed of a bare-breasted woman holding her infant in a house with a toilet overflowing black water and bits of carpet.
I dreamed there were three rooms in a house with walls lined in old televisions and stereo speakers. The rooms were dark and looked like pawn shops. With a radio talkshow host, a man was discussing the possibilities of selling his electronics. He didn't believe  his collection was worthless, even after being told.
I woke up to the sound of a sick dog.

big eye and the dog

off with the beard for a minute...

and Scooter doesn't care one way or the other.