My old man was a bread stasher all his life. He never got fat. He wound up with a used car, a 17 inch screen and arthritis.
Tomorrow is a drag, man. Tomorrow is a king sized bust.
They cried ‘put down pot,’ ‘don’t think a lot,’ for what? Time, how much? And what to do with it.
Sleep, man, and you might wake up digging the whole human race giving itself three days to get out.
Tomorrow is a drag, pops, the future is a flake.
I had a canary who couldn’t sing. I had a cat who let me share my pad with her. I bought a dog that killed the cat who ate the canary. What is truth?
I had an uncle with an ivy league card. He had a life with a belt in the back. He had a button-down brain. Wind up a belt in the mouth with a button-down lip.
We cough blood on this earth. Now there’s a race for space. We can cough blood on the moon soon.
Tomorrow’s dragsville, cats. Tomorrow is a king size drag.
Tool a fast shore, swing with a gassy chick. Turn on to a thousand joys. Smile on what happened, or check what’s going to happen, You’ll miss what’s happening. Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum.
I am working on a background for a future doodle. I might put a path or stream down the middle and change the color to put snow highlights on the branches.
I might brown it up for some post-snow melt too. Not sure.
#art #doodle #wip
Work in progress, a doodle of sparse woods, with a small cabin, with pines in the distance.
Yesterday’s snow, through this morning’s starting melt.
The sky color bounces from pink to gold to grey through the cloud cover. Night vision barely clicks in, because of all the diffuse light.
Day 20,464Yesterday's snow, through this morning's starting melt.The sky color bounces from pink to gold to grey through the cloud cover. Night vision barely clicks in, because of all the diffuse light.
