We are all….

…merely the dust of stars. Not actually stars.

I got sick….

….of waiting for me to finish this.

Ugh.

Only time will tell….

….when these are finished.

Don’t look at me….

….with a sting in you eye.

Never smile…

…at me. I want no part of it.

I am …..

….the king.

It’s coming……

…….for us.

I’ve been looking through some of my old files. There’s plenty there. I couldn’t even begin to count. Well I could, but I have better things to do. As we all should. So it’s time to rest on my laurels and dredge up some old garbage of mine. Maybe it will be good for all of us, and stop me from making even more rubbish to clog up the sewers.

At the time (2012) I called this “Smoke.” But we know it isn’t.

Where….

….to cry to now.

Lock your doors!!

boat skipper

The souls are wandering the streets tonight.

But it is the souls full of spirits that we should be watching.

It’s begining to stink

34 stacks a smokin

I thought I’d put up this little picture. It’s all getting a bit messy.  I knew I should have kept out of the art world. I’ll just keep doing what I do best.