five inches of jelly.

the week started with jumping the shark,
but it ended with a jellyfish.
check the teleport:

mmmhmmm.
it's tiny,
and those lines are tight,
and it's on an inner upper arm.
i like those old age-of-reason scientific etching illustrations,
and i like hellboy, the comic book, more than the movies-
and i'd like to oftentimes put those two influences together.
of course,
that very nearly never ever happens, neighbors.
so,
when i get a chance to activate a stippled and striped seamonster,
i take the opportunity to fit a lot into a little space.
yeah.
it's on amber, too,
so i'll have to see it all the time,
and that meant trying to do just a little bit of an extra good job.
i am reminded of enough of my epic failures,
more often than i'd like-
so a few reassuring efforts are in order, in order to order my options for moving forward.
and that's a tall order.
yikes.
anyway.
that happened....
and i didn't/don't hate it.
i know, right?
weird.
real life documentarianism isn't just sandwiches,
even though i'd be fine with that, too;
never quiet, never soft.....