choose your own puddle redux
Junction full of Oxalis
We will meet again at the intersection
lush bloom
Surface and core are not exactly opposites, but kin. One lures the other and they both engage in this ordinary interrelation, difficult but well known by all that exists.
On the surface ideas bloom, but one lonely king feels the need to dive into the nucleus. Is he going there because it is uncertain what he will find or does he know exactly where he is going?
There’s also a home now, yet up in the heavens the language spoken by those who look down may not be as kind as one might need.
the burden of stacking friends
indicted of sin
the old british man with a spider on his head hold hands with his slimy grandson. they are waiting in line at the confessional booth, one hoping for atonement and the other for refreshment.indicted of sin, some corrupted souls wait with displeasure, while the pure judge from above.
multicolored sadness 
cards 
slimes 
bugs 
fishing 
frienditos 
unwanted presents 
head appendix 
vitiligo 
stinky 
