spacely.

one giant tubular toothy beige-faced bobot?
coming right up.
teleport:

neighbors,
he's a streamlined outer-space andromedroid!
that's real.
well, it's a thing, anyway.
painting is good for you when nothing else is going on.
with thai noodoos delivered by my loveliest ladyfriend,
and an apple pie chaser, for added activation,
it's easy to hunch over, hurt your hands and your back,
and attack a tiny slice of paper with broken bristles and repetitive stressful gestures.
ouch, and word up, and yes.
blue eyes, and blue carbonite composite space-suit components,
all to complete a pretty picture of perfect health,
if the flesh has been vacuum sealed to your skull in the frozen void of the universe!
ha.
i make up stories for my pictures,
and i tell true stories all the rest of the time.
neighbors,
there are systems in place,
and the paint gets the right application;
and the styles harden in real-time most-def high-def 360-stereo surround;
and the bottom pancake gets the same amount of syrup...
i've got a system for making systems, even.
plan your work, work your plan,
and watch the rest unfold in front of your effing face;
never quiet, never soft.....