WOMP

You Have No Heat

Heartburn Ball 2012

I dunno,

I don't know. Every time I see a stuffed animal in the garbage, I get a little melancholy. I guess Toy Story had a lasting effect.

Summers Out the Door

Ah Hell, Why Not

So heres the first picture that has ever done me any justice (and i still look like i'm stoned) just because my ego sort of needs this.

HANDS

Well, I'm back from a very long, frustrating hiatus from this blog. During this time, I often thought about deleting the thing altogether. Why? Mostly out of guilt. To put it out of it's suffering. I stopped because I thought that just because I was busy, that was an excuse to let these murky perspective I used to reimagine my cozy yet sketchy West Philly neighborhood into a surreal dreamscape, complete with hidden artwork, distinct characters and quite a bit of longing. Well, I'm back. Still can't commit to the 3 a day goal, but I will be doing the best I can to keep new pictures, drawings and a little bit of writing coming in. And so the hunt continues.