OUR HERO JACKET GUY DRINKS HIS DAILY EYE OF THE TIGER TO FIGHT THE COLOR BUGS

drop kick muffin puffs

vomit face

Now to kick the zombie clouds in their robot faces!

Jump kick for love

Apocalypse Now

Zombie Muffin

Clouds in my Coffee

Robots fitting in

chonga zombies trying to fit in my coffee

not my ULTIMATE favorite word but pretty darn close


robot trying to fit in


clouds in my coffee


zombie muffin

friday the 13th post for the lady lou...hey, better late than never.

domo arigato, mr. roboto

the third kind

eye scream, trojan met triangle encounters, relish

Relish.

A month already

My Favorite Word?

Close encounter of the squirrel kind

I scream Geometry

Trojan Revolution!

Deportation Cake is not so delicious

things coming out of mouths

trojan horse revolting against cake (2 in 1!)


i scream geometry

a spider, a roach, a pussy cat and a tree

Under giant trees, bed bugs watch spiders and roaches fight while anteaters salute pussycats.

Touche Mr. Roach!

What's up Pussycat?

The Heavens above Earth are filled with HUGE trees....

But don't ALL anteaters love big cities?

Watch out for those tiny bed critters!

what's new pussycat?

under giant trees

Playing Catch Up

Under Giant Trees we feel our place in the universe. All is One.

Salvador Dali's Anteater


She floats through time searching
They give life, she needs her fix
Another day searching in vain


Salvador Dali's Anteater likes the City


Another day, a new city
Life can be found in abundance here
She thinks she'll stay awhile

Bed Bug on My Toe

Sleep won't come. Sheets twist around my legs,
mummifying my body so recently inflamed with life.

Lying still, regulating my breath.
Maybe if I lay quiet long enough my thoughts
will slow pace to match my corpse.

Quick fire flashes of last night's marathon race through my head.
A marathon of endurance but certainly not of trying to finish first.

My breath quickens and I try to think of nothing. Not nothing but a void of something. A void of sensation, of hunger, of almost-but-not-quite pain. My breath slows and the gray edged softening of sleep closes in.

A sigh slips past my lips as I cat stretch deeper into my sheets.

Ouch! Something bit my toe?!

Digging deep under covers, like a metal detector at the beach, I catch hold of the bugger, crinkling like static in my hand. Discarded wrapper forgotten as quick as it takes to rip open.

My breath quickens and sleep won't come.

dali's bed bugs

bed bugs on my toes


dali's anteater likes the city

Toe jam eater

The late one strikes again!

So all of these sketch drawings were done today at Barnes and Noble. I forgot my eraser so you will see a lot of pencil marks. I must also say that ALL OF YOU are so super talented. I am glad I drew these without seeing yours cause I would not have the guts to show them. But in overall, you guys make me want to do more and push myself more and for that I THANK YOU ALL... specially to the theme master Hildi and Dennis who came up with this brilliant idea so we can all be more creative and share.

Dali's anteater loving the city

Bed bug on my toe. It's seen through a ...i totally forgot what it's called. I think in spanish is lupa

wasabi face

X-treme pillow fight

Aquatic ape.

Misguided sippoku...he was misguided on where to stab himself

Act your age. This is what I think of me acting my age...stuck in a cubicle typing away.