wednesdays.

hey there, friendly pants.
i missed you yesterday.....

check this hottness.
yeah, i feel better when it's bigger.
more details, more depth, & much more work.
8"x10", fresh.
remember the pencil drawing?
yeah.
this one goes to eleven.



craft barns.
have you ever been?
98% weak sauce, 1% lovely quaintness,
and 1% hot hot fire.
this little jammie-jam was hiding out.
but... i finds it.
sixth-sensory subjective sensitivity.
if there's a wrench, i am destined to choose it.

at another 'nother place, i got some tasty natural food store goodness.

i also got this fresh mug.
a local pottery lady made it. she very well may be dope. and she is at least a good potter.
here's the stuff about her.
order yourself a mug. drink some tasty tea from it. be psyched.
i love fresh, hobbity pottery.
for serious.
earthen vessels.
hot fire fused wet-rock sculptures.
they make flavorful fluids taste better.

battle hymns, epic arias, and savage swan songs.
we really are the music-makers.
speaking of which;
i have been harmonica honking, in minor keys.
c#minor? pikey irish jigs and reels.
a minor? russian gypsy campfire klezmer mayhem.
barbarian bonfires, lantern parties, and crucial barbecuing.
that's what wednesdays are all about.
black back beats.
the roots are on the stereo, and badu is on follow up.
i'm keepin' it real for all ya'll.
be easy, my ninjas.
 poeri twym tan