sin city

I didn't sin in sin city. I did, however, have a couple of virgin pina coladas, which were pretty fantastic. The cocktail waitress looked at me like I was a grandma (no offense to any grandmothers out there).

I also saw enough neon to hold me over for a few years.

help

I'm pleading with you readers out there.
Someone, inject some sort of all-natural energizing and motivating something into my veins...
Schoolwork whispers in my ear, "time to work on me," but I just ignore its annoying little voice and find other things that need to be done--like dusting or slow-roasting chiles over the stove. Completely necessary.
It's that time of year again.

Pop Art

strangers on this road we are on

we are not two; we are one

creeps of the month

ventriloquist dummy

mad scientist