“He Moved,” says Northwest.

Me refrigerator magnets… come on, we all have ‘em don’t we?
All soft rain & the favorite dream is blue air.
We will and must bloom.
Hard as our winter though snow taste ripe.
More wild but his skin never like.
d.

This or that.

The word “once” tags my kitchen table. Lets be honest, I draw on most things. My car, my hand, my yellow kitchen table. Nothing is immune from black pen fueled by rambling.

Me silverware drawer.
Let’s be honest, I only need about 3 forks and 4 spoons.
I need sharper knives.

Back when I cared about cordination, I had a brown/orange/ochre color scheme going for my kitchenware. I made these geometric backdrop pieces to accompany my dishware. Me bowls have seen a lot of cereal. I use about 365 coffee filters a year.

Spider outside my front door. If he stays outside, fine. He lives. If he or any of his friends come inside, they die. Period.

Petty Bag.

Right now this ol’ inmate is carrying the Dammasch wallet.

My prized possession… Uncle Frey.