mork calling orson

he's trying desperately to hear home calling...

full piece

i see you...

i want to chew my arm off.
i want to chew your face off.
i want something to explode and for me to be the centre of it.
i want you to be naked and bleeding.
i want to see nature and life flowing.
and i want to join you...

commish

working on a commision for a friend...

publish...

idea for a cover of a book/portfolio. lately, i'm liking the colour yellow.

connections

awaiting the coming of the end...ready to receive.

when they met

they met in the forest.
they made love on the ground.
and there it stayed.

quiet time now

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growing pains

so, i figure if i put pretty stuff around...the horror, all will be right with the world...

...right?

worries