What a load of Crop...Art?

check out o'l honest Abe, crafter from, you guessed it: seeds!


see more here: http://www.boingboing.net/2009/10/12/crop-art-is-for-ever.html

my mantra

freaky like friday

Writing to you from the riverside city of New Orleans. Carnival season has begun and folks are coming out of the wood work.

A poem comes to me:

drunk dad in the arm chair
reaches for his son's
hand
football and babes
it rains.

All is forgotten
sweet liquor
l i n g e r s

dad can I have
five bucks for
the mall ?
Trish and I
want

to get our belly buttons PiERCED

for the corey heart fans out there, corey and friend.