saintbeckett

There’s some work to do.

Painting a one off cover for a book that probably doesn’t deserve it considering the crappy paper it’s printed on.

….to leave the house?

…..thanks.

…..on the zither.

….all looks like tarnish to me.

…..they want my soul.

Why don’t you just reach in and rip my heart out and eat it in front of me.

…while I lay down a 7/11 beat.

Said the Moondog to Treebeard.

…..saved me nothing

…has no reason to sing.

….to ruin your Sunday.