drawing – Saint Beckett

Time for tea…

…just for one.

I need some alone time.

What has the sea….

…seen.

The slow March…

…..towards the end papers.

They drink….

…..with many heads. And we will pay for it all.

To dream….

….is to do.

The Humird….

….is worried about the Humog.

I’m worried about more than that.

I’ve been making my own books from works I can get from the internetty. I print in sections and sew them up using the continuous binding techniques which is super quick. Then I make paper covers and do terrible covers.

The walk….

….of shame.

Out hunting….

….for souls.

When death comes to visit…

…I always say, “You’ve got the wrong address.”

25th’s greatest hits.

Suprise the christmas ibis

What a pile of shit.

Peace be with you.