Canned Parasite

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A glitched out blob.

Glitch iiib?

When I pause to think about it, this disturbance, for I know not what else to label it, has been happening periodically for quite sometime throughout my adult life. The first time I can recall? I was sitting in a Medieval Literature class back in my undergrad days. Things momentarily

A kind of a snail agrotesque. In pastels. Some squigie looking things in the background, black with minor details in white.

Beware: The Creature on the Corner

I’m the man in the trench coat in a dark alley selling you something a little naughty… pedaling interesting but otherwise worthless shit on a digital street corner that consists of fancy little boutique shops. I stand just out of sight near the front door because the people who

A very abstract grotesque. Vaguely a grotesque sitting or superimposed grotesque faces layered. Up to the imagination.

Glitch iii

Repeating weather events. These are the latest in a series of strange occurrences that suggest something is greatly amiss. No, I am not talking about “Yeah, it sure is hot all the time.” OR “It sure snows a lot!”. What I am talking about are repeating instances of the same…

An etherealesque abstraction that could vaguely resemble a monk praying outwards

Christmas Revisited

She came to the land Fleeing political disorder Gangs and criminals and things And a desperate type of poverty Crossing over the border She left behind endless insecurity Looking for a better life Which she found in a land of over abundance Life there was still hard and difficult But

A rather sadistic looking lanyard with an employee’s badge attached. The employee doesn’t look particularly well.

Lost Letters 1

To Dearie, I am taking a moment to chuckle at a recent sign that I indubitably have indeed been out of the corporate world. For quite some time might I add. I just had to share. Imagine this scene: It is a pleasant early spring day in Minnesota. A woman

Political Portamento I

Political Portamento I

The chest thumping barbarians Howl illogical babble And fling nonsensical excrement Into the air Scary in behavior Yet intellectually stunted They present a badly played portamento cacophony Derived from a poorly chosen root note These uncivilized primitives will chest thump They will intimidate They will berate They will attempt to

A shadow of a man standing proud

Prayer for the Common Person

I like to think That some where out there Are a Choir of angels That reign over us And Protect us from the evils of men That take aim at us I like to think this choir of angels Helps guide us to safer waters And shelters us from inclement