Old art. Old as in 1998. Old as in Bryce 3d old. Ok, you get the point.
It looks a bit like an iPhone, and is about the same size. Sure, it could be used for evil, but why bother when it feels so good. It also can play music.

Old art. Old as in 1998. Old as in Bryce 3d old. Ok, you get the point.
It looks a bit like an iPhone, and is about the same size. Sure, it could be used for evil, but why bother when it feels so good. It also can play music.

A lightbulb is important. If there isn’t any kind of socket, then a lightbulb cannot work as it was intended. Therefore, the socket is important. It’s like the casing for sausage. It holds the meat. My point is this: if you enjoy sausage, then respect the individual breast. It deserves that much.

Everyone needs a role model in his or her life. I found that people who don’t wear hats are suitable. It really doesn’t make any difference. If your role model is someone who feels that a gun is worth carrying around, and occasionally shoots someone in the pinky toe, well, who am I to say that’s not right (let that sink in). The point is, every one should see a breast at least once in there life. It’s good people.

Someone once told me, “Don’t draw in class!”, then tore up my picture. Not the first time that’s happened. It may not be the last time either. The point is: sometimes a mother’s breast is best for when a baby is hungry. That’s what I was trying to say.

They’re riding fast and furious, and they get lost often. Maybe the taxi drivers are constantly looking to go to the toilet. Maybe they’re looking for a place to have lunch. Maybe they like watching porn at midnight when they get home from driving office workers to and fro. Maybe they have friends in high places. Who knows is the point.

There is movement in the lines that suggest a membrane with little people sharing a beer at a local pub. They could be in an apartment, but only if the apartment has a large plasma screen that is showing The Big Lebowski.

There are times when this caution pole could come in handy. For example, if you want to tie a burglar to a pole, this would be the one. It is low enough to force the burglar in a crouching, or sitting position. As everyone knows, that limits the burglar’s movements, and the burglar would be less able to attack you in a surprise comeback. Of course, the ropes and duct tape also can help. I’d like to duct tape a burglar to a caution pole. That’s a dream worth realizing.

It’s a tale of caution. Train’s are hunks of metal moving so fast that if it hit you, you would not live to tell this tale. That’s power. You are a life that could be snuffed out by this power. Think about it. Don’t let it go by so fast. If a train is coming in your direction, run so as to ease the effects of a collision. If you cannot run, hide behind this pole. It’s painted to look like something you’d want to hide behind. If you cannot do that, or unwilling because it looks ridiculous, then stay home and watch Lost.

The cracks on smooth surfaces can be seen when magnified several hundred times. The cracks are there, but we cannot see them due to our size related to the surface. If we were much smaller, we could see more, but we’d miss things at other scales. It just isn’t possible to see everything at once, unless we detach ourselves from the boundaries that surround us. This ballpoint is enhanced due to the contrast that reveals previously hidden smoothness.

Whenever I feel like riding a skateboard, I realize that I don’t have one. Cravings are strange, because it’s not something we conjure, yet it’s part of us. We are connected to these cravings like we’re connected to our belly buttons. I’ve never craved another belly button. Good thing. This ballpoint pen is connected to me somehow, but it isn’t me.

At times lunch can be too much. A big breakfast can stave off noon time cravings. Craving something around lunch time may be influenced by the term lunch, which means a meal around noon. Perhaps we should refer to noon as time to eat later. This ballpoint isn’t full yet either.

Dirty walls are dirty because they attract dirt, or aren’t taken care of. Additional details, like detailed pictures, become dirty right along with the walls. I feel dirty just walking beside them. Not dirty like I want to French kiss my grandfather, but dirty like I need to jump in my grandfather’s pool (literally, not metaphorically). Regardless, I still wanted to put my artwork up there. btw, this is a digital manipulation, and not an actual wall meets picture situation.

The peace sign has become another gestural greeting, but I’m sure there’s peace involved as well. A story might exist where someone flashed the peace sign, and the intended recipient went medieval on the sender’s ass. Maybe it was phrased differently. I’m sure it might have maybe happened. Peace V.

1 of 3 manipulated images from a video uploaded by Phil Moneypenny. He ran an Antarctic Marathon in 4 hours and 53 minutes on February 13, 2010. Seeing as I can barely run 30 minutes on a treadmill, I’m quite impressed.

2 of 3 manipulated images from a video uploaded by Phil Moneypenny. He ran an Antarctic Marathon in 4 hours and 53 minutes on February 13, 2010. Seeing as I can barely walk to the store to get some beer, I’m quite impressed.
