The Science of Trees
Searching through the windows in my desk drawer I find fewer than three middle school children’s dogs waiting for their evening lunch.
In the end, we are all basically Lou Reed.
Comic, Sans Issue
The Science of Trees
Searching through the windows in my desk drawer I find fewer than three middle school children’s dogs waiting for their evening lunch.
In the end, we are all basically Lou Reed.
Altering Consciousnesses Without A Bank Account.
Ingrained in my jumpsuit is a sewing needle of fear and beauty that pricks me when it feels isolated. Some things are less aware that they are things when they need a hobby like my shoelaces want to take up drug dealing. Then the needle comes back and it reminds me that I don't even wear shoes by writing a message in my blood that reads, “you need to stop eating all the Pop-Tarts. Some of us care about the Pop-Tarts and Pop-Tarts have feelings, you know.“
They're all just lonely and afraid like children on a ski trip with one kid's older sister and she brought her creepy boyfriend.