Don’t dither….

…..on the zither.

The glow of gold….

….all looks like tarnish to me.

Not content with my time…

…..they want my soul.

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

Play me a tune….

…while I lay down a 7/11 beat.

Said the Moondog to Treebeard.

A stitch in time…

…..saved me nothing

This bird man….

…has no reason to sing.

Some recent garbage….

….to ruin your Sunday.

Making a little test book…..

…..as I agreed to enter a book binding thing of binding a text block based on a letter by Nicolas Baudin disputing Captain Cook’s findings of Terra Nullius.

I’m trying some things out as I’ve made my own cords that I want visible on the inside of the book, and parts of the outside. Not sure how I feel about them on the outside yet. Glad I’ve done a dummy run.

Not sure how I feel about the raised thread on the image.

Follow your nightmares…

But the shirt HERE

I am …..

….the king.