If not the bad mother fucker, then a coach?
Blasted technology! Argh, stupid scanners. 
You mean like a scanner like you used to put a picture on so you could put said picture on the internet? They still make those?
I don’t know, it was inherited. I hate techno-crap that takes longer than Michelangelo did in the Sistine Chapel and looks a helluva lot shittier.
Just take a pic of whatever you’re scanning and email the pic to yourself.
You didn’t see the photo tragedy above? More easy to use tech that looks mahvelus.
Looks terrible.
Ever considered a name change to Mr. Obvious?
Twice is a charm.
Earth Art, Albuquerque, NM.
You taking adderal or something?
No. Some other things.
Never should have given away my Polaroid camera. It felt like X-Mas when the photos rolled out and magic as they were revealed. Oh, and these are process photos, not the finished room.
First live model on canvas.
Is that Joker?
No. Joker’s gonna bitch slap 
you for that one, I’m almost certain.
May have to invest in another Polaroid camera. Digitals and their friggin delays is for them birds. Yah, hold that steady for, oh, ten seconds.
Since I’ve been unpacking, loads of random projects are surfacing. Where my screenplays and autobiography are remains a mystery.
1st experiment in Pointillism, imagined.
Rhymes will be the end of me, they’re so horrid but I persist. A love hate thing I guess. This song will never be played. R.I.P.
Blasted lack of ability in drawing! 'Tis painful always losing the battle.
Jakob, so envious of your Grandmother!