louisiana

It's the weekend bitches!




So, here's my unfinished little ribcage number from the other day. Woohoo! It's not just any accordion either, it is my discordian accordion, my ferrari. I drew it to have 23 white keys, (instead of 22) in honor of Eris. It hurt like a bitch, and now I'm compelled to get the other side done as well. Good fun, good fun.


And now, I'm just dancing the morning away until my sweet girl comes to visit me!

So now, I exit with a poem by my own true safety blanket, Richard Brautigan:

Your Catfish Friend

If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond.I wish
somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond?It seems like
a perfect place for them."




p.s. yes, that is a pink pay phone.