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From the whirlpools of the deep-sea, From the bottomless abysses, Where the sunshine never enters, Where the moonlight never visits, And the sands are never troubled
-The Kalevala

Summer child in Winter

sorry i've been keep postin' these few days, it's Christmas, got no muse and nothing to do, cheers wintery folk

Duck lamb

pin and decorative mass

Lime stoners

Rock face and two pieces of pottery

We all bought puppets; Christmas gift outfit

Christmas wizard pendant child

Awesome Christmas present with magical powers

voodoo mama jambalaya

talentless sock paper man whore

evEs blues

Late night ramblings

Never did we parting

Though age childhood’s door step

Torture sin’s brow further nor we

breaking joy’s lyre, commit no sin

Justice was crime, details print the mud

Murder sung soft drowned by screams

Robbery’s rich screams committed the air

Humor me art, justice your muse

Sinful art world painted by whores

Robbery, though crime, nothing to death

Replied art’s voice, humble in pride

Justice speaks low, money speaks loud

Leaving

Austin to Glasgow

Leaves in Ice

Feathers, feathers across the ever snow
scattering to find the woman, who lost them long ago
she might be your lover
and I might be your friend
but lovers you know, they come and they go
but friends last till the end

Yo quiero Taco

You're Never Going Home

Then suddenly the windows break
your heart aches but none can hear
you drink you life away in a lake of tears

Tease the Man 3

Sketching on the bus

Tease the Man 2

Sketching on the bus

Tease the Man

Sketchings on the bus