| The watchers are waiting for the trembling to halt...and that's when ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE!!! |
| Whimsical mood in the eyes mind slowly landslide slippery slope of diatribe sanity polarity of pride never the twain towers between salty sweet sours heady smell deadhead flowers undersell these dark hours carrying what can't be held deathly vodoo charmed spells twisted tails of jackal shells shade of night driniking well feel the taste of those unreal why do we sell this dirty deal when all around is polly spiel and nothing is as nothing real so tiptoe across the street from underneath i delete and struggle over black sleet to drown under your heartbeat darkness descends on head lay the bones upon a bed of rose-skin apple red hold onto what once was dead... |
| Free-hand, pen & ink drawing on paper. |