Birdies say I’ve got no children. Birdies never know. In my hidden life I’ve made a seedling grow.

One offs and half-things.

Lethargy. Lethargy. Lethargy.

Oh, I’ve been making lots of things. But I have neither the time nor the energy to put ’em all up. Life’s gotten terribly busy as the end of the semester closes in. Hope to get everything posted after school ends.

Bodhisattva.

You held me upside-down until I couldn’t breathe anymore. Then you held me like a baby. Television, like wine; and cigarettes, like grains of sand.

We went to see a beaver dam. We went to see a coral reef. But life is more than going to see things, and that’s too bad.

Life goes on and on and on; and death goes on. World without end, and you’re not my friend.

Everything is gonna burn. We’ll all take turns. I’ll get mine, too.

Haven’t been posting much, but I’ve been making a lot. So much in fact that I don’t have time to color them all, and therefore don’t post them. I need to get less  busy, but that ain’t happenin’ anytime soon.

You pretend to be the moon, infinitely far away, and you’re always leaving soon, but what you want, you’ll never say. You pretend to be the moon, looking down upon us all, always taking a dim view, feeling cold and blue and small.

Stretch market worth.

Tired.

I was happy, which is not like me at all. For an hour I was feeling 10 feet tall, and I had myself a ball. I was heading for a fall.

Whaddit I done?