muppet

fox

eye whiskers,
chin whiskers
cheek whiskers
aye
whiskers 'n whiskers
thick whiskers on high

eye whiskers,
chin whiskers
cheek whiskers
aye
whiskers 'n whiskers
young fox will die

M with thorns

graphite and chalk on paper

small skull

male whore 2003

meh

new drawings

in progress..graphite


Jawbone
charcoal on paper

eyes at odds

All two of my eyeballs grew little arms and legs, grabbed my lids and forcibly popped themselves out of my sockets. One tumbled down onto my desk in a river of goo and the other repelled off my nose using my hair.
They immediately began fighting with each other as to which was the best way to get down off my face. They had high, squeaky little voices despite no mouths. They vibrated. They cursed each other, slapped each other and began fist fighting. One went for a sewing needle, as did the other and they began "sword-fighting", tumbling all over my desk, leaving a gooey trail of vitreous humor until one was finally impaled on a pencil. The other eyeball insisted on having a proper burial for the valor of its fellow eye so we flushed it down the toilet. My surviving eyeball suggested that I wear an eye patch from henceforth.