death and flowers.

neighbors,
i made some sh!t yesterday,
and i'm writing about them all,
in reverse order. so as you scroll down,
you'll be able to read about them as if it's all a sequentially linear story.
i doo-doo that temporal adjustment-style sh!t, too.
mmhmm.
what's better than a big dead skull?
a big dead skull with a scowl, a cowl,
and a pair of cold dead mummified nosferatu-stype hands.
oh, and maybe a wizardly chaos gleam in eight-pointed refraction,
from the evil eye on the left hand path?!?
word up.
check the sunovab!tchin'-lich-type teleport:

ha!!
red ribbons, and red roses,
and my best effort at making it look good.
except for background.
i don't get down on that too tough.
i mean,
sure,
i should've, and i still could, i s'pose,
if that was the direction i wanted to take this jaunty journey....
but i'm kind of a jerk,
and i mostly want to create characters,
not places.
i'l populate a fictional fantasy universe with nothing but monsters,
but the lands they inhabit are no-man's,
or at least, not this man's.
no?
well,
invent a place for them to live, and we'll talk.
i make things,
i bake things,
and i break things.
that's a crucial trinity,
and that's the way i get busy.
there will be more of this art stuff, i'll wager.
as the season changes, and the deep grey of autumn sets in,
i can't just do nothing while i'm at work.
if i'm not tatty-o'zappin', i'll be rappin', trappin', pimpin', or gettin' it.
period.
movie checks and marker lines don't some for free;
never quiet, never soft.....