blockin'.

guess who got busy getting busy
with some special edition block prints
of epic woodsly goodness for the show?
nice.
it was me.
teleport?
check:

garden time.
y'think cauliflower is easy to make out of cork?
it gets a little easier with practice, neighbors.

relaxing in a field.
that's how the real worthy ones take it easy.
they probably get bugs in their beards, too.
you'd think the aromatic pipe smoke would repel pests.
go figure.

some barefoot weirdie.
he's holding bread, y'all.
that's not a frisbie.
stop it.
did you ninjas notice his hat?
yeah.
that's a tam, complete with pom-pom, b!tch.
we got they.
block prints at the last minute...
i carve 'em up,
and scoople 'em out.
huh?
no.
they aren't self-portraits, exactly.
i just try to look like what i make.
life imitates art, an' that.
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how hard is it to enjoy a sausage on a saturday?
well,
when it's shane's,
it's a little bit easier.
he knew what's up, too.
before we tattblasted his big action,
he bought me lunch.
he can definitely sit through some sh!t,
and he can also hang out-
i mean,
not many mutha-uckas would tackle a ten-hundred page tome
just on the say-so of a recommendation by yours truly.
in just under a week,
he's already been back to finish up his junk,
and he's halfway through the book, too.
c'mon..
crotchal puffs?
enough:

yuuuuuuuuuuup.
semi-healed shots of a hot mess of pelvis.
don't get too excited.
it's pretty flippin' reproductive, duders.
kinda like my man akhenaten.
if you don't know,
go find out;
never quiet, never soft.....