Tres Moody Morabunderies, Duex
Flying In the face of the pickle
His atrocious locks
Accidentally
Mentioned a palindrome
And caught an epic wave
~
Flying In the face of the pickle
His atrocious locks
Accidentally
Mentioned a palindrome
And caught an epic wave
~
The triumph was ours,
A perpetual intersect
Knocking out the terracotta
Codicils from a paper sack
Of isms.
~
A perpetual intersect
Knocking out the terracotta
Codicils from a paper sack
Of isms.
~
As the meandering synthesis
Hasten illicit transmutation
Soon this world will
Lurch into overdrive
To whip up
An intriguing batch of protoplasm.
Hasten illicit transmutation
Soon this world will
Lurch into overdrive
To whip up
An intriguing batch of protoplasm.
5 comments:
And thus began life on the firey ball, of shock and awe!
Oh! those sketches look like my mind's workings, at times. So much going on!
Wondering and wandering...
Wow. There's a LOT going on in these pics. They have borders, too, something that I don't see in your art that often.
Moody? Why not? C'mon!!
not so much on the foreboding forcast these days, as the mood lightens, due to a thing i like to call... the sun!
Happy Easter to all! Meditate, celebrate, vegitate, and Remember.
"a paper sack of isms." I love that phrase, and your header too!
Wow, some busy pictures! There's surely been a lot going on in the mind of the creator :-)
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