we will dance when we are dead, i hope. our ghosts and our bones. plus, that lady got an extra bone because i was too busy talking and drinking coffee and so bob told me to leave it. it adds character. you know?
I make paintings and drawings and scratchings and sewings, and cakes and cards and books and comics.
Here is a peek into my sketchbooks, which are carried with me at all times.
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